Noona

Friendly Competition

JUNGSOON

"She's pretty," I say without looking up from my laptop when Jimin walks into the dressing room that I've been hiding in.

I turned on My Hero Academia as soon as I came inside to try and distract myself from seeing that scantily-dressed girl hanging all over him, but now that he's in here, it's even harder to shake the image from my mind.

"Who?" He asks as if it's some trick statement.

"The girl that you were so cozy with out there," I grumble, the irritation in my voice beginning to slip through slightly.

"That wasn't cozy," he dismisses the idea and walks over to me. "Hana is just touchy."

"I could tell," I say through a strained grin. I don't want him to see how annoyed I am by the whole thing, but it's useless. He sees right through me.

"Is someone... jealous?" He giggles a bit, and the delightful sound almost makes me forget how annoyed I am.

"Don't flatter yourself," I say calmly before turning back to my show, but he doesn't buy it.

"Jungsoon-ah," he places his hands on my shoulders as he stands behind my chair. "Hana is an old friend. There's no need to be upset."

"I don't know what you're implying," I lie without looking away from the screen.

"Really? Hmmm," he hums and leans down to whisper in my ear. "So you haven't thought about the other night?"

I don't answer because I'm not sure what he's talking about. He takes my silence as a hint to go on, placing a light kiss on my cheek. Despite how much I've been dying to feel his lips on my skin again, I didn't think he'd actually do it after how our little bedroom scene ended on set yesterday.

"You were practically throwing me down on the bed," he murmurs against my skin. The rasp in his voice sends heat rushing down to the pit of my stomach as he drags his lips down my neck.

"When I had my arms around you," he softly kisses my neck, "and did this..."

I've completely forgotten my show by now, my heartbeat in my ears making it almost impossible to hear anything. Is he really coming onto me right now, or am I dreaming?

"Jimin," I sigh as his soft lips trail down to my collarbone. He pulls away and spins me in my chair so that I'm now facing him.

"Mind if I pick where we left off?" He chuckles and leans down to kiss me.

As soon as I taste his soft lips, my memories from the other night coming flooding back. I remember walking into his room after drinking with the guys and everything that followed. Those memories weren't from kissing Seokjin during the game, they were afterwards with Jimin.

My fists make claim to his tee shirt, pulling him closer as if it were even possible. He cups my face and strokes my cheeks with his thumbs, and my head begins to spin from the affection.

I part my lips eagerly and run my tongue along his bottom lip, daring him to deepen the kiss. The second his tongue glides along my own, a small moan slips from us both as the two of us melt into each other.

"Oh," a deep voice cuts through my euphoria, and Jimin and I quickly pull away from each other. I look over to see Namjoon standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face and his eyebrows lifted in surprise. "Sorry to interrupt, but we have to run the choreography."

"Namjoon!" I yell as he starts to close the door. "Please don't tell anyone. Jungkook would lose his mind."

"Your secret is safe with me, but you should know that Charlotte already knows as well." He winks before walking out the door and shutting it behind him.