We were reckless.
How did we get from kissing to you pinning me to the wall to us both on the floor in a tangle of limbs?
We made an explosion that day, Park Jimin.
And now, we are suffering the consequences of it.
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"My friends and I are going bowling tomorrow," you said as we sat together, tucked away in a small corner of the library.
I was curled on your lap as you played with my fingers and hair.
"You want to come?" You asked hopefully.
I smiled a tiny bit. "Bowling is boring though," I whined.
"It is if you don't have the right people," you chuckled. "C'mon, baby, help a poor guy out?" You nuzzled the top of my head with the tip of your nose.
"Ah, I see what this is," I pulled back and narrowed my eyes up at you. "You need to prove to your friends what a big boy you are, huh?" I patted your chest. "You need to show what a man you are to have a girl."
"If I wanted to prove myself a man with a girl, I would've done it in much different ways than taking her out to bowling," you shot me another wicked smile.
My face warmed at your dark implications and I tried to scramble out of your lap.
You held me fast though, not letting me go.
"Aw, come on," you laughed, "baby, don't go."
A few people shushed us because we were making too much noise.
