I'm super late but Happy birthday to a man who can easily balance from being the cutest softest human being on the planet to being the hottest nugget I've ever seen, Happy Jimin day!!! I wish I had a chapter ready for him today but that's not until a couple more chapters...opps
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Y/N's POV
You sit against your will on Taehyung's lap as he drinks from his glass of wine.
You had been trying to get off his lap since the champagne popped open. You even tried to trick him that you had given up once your dishes arrived but he was slicker than a fox this guy, he was always one step ahead of you.
After a couple of minutes you grew tired, he had a strong hold around you and you couldn't move away from him. You had given up but each time you glanced at him he was sitting back, grinning up at you.
He knew he won so he was gloating about it to your face while his strong arm trapped you against him.
"I'm going to have to eat, you know" you point out and he shrugs.
"Eat on my lap" he says twirling the wine in his glass.
You turn to look at him with a frown "I'm not going to sit on your lap like a little child to eat" you protest and he chuckles deeply.
"Then I guess you're not eating" he shrugs again taking a sip of his wine while his eyes meet yours.
You can tell he's stubborn and dare you admit it even more than you.
You sigh and look over at the plate of pasta on the table and then at his plate of steak and vegetable, you couldn't waste all the food and from him determination you could tell he wasn't going to free you anytime soon.
"aren't you going to eat?" you ask turning back to him.
To be honest you don't care if he eats or not you're just still looking for a way to make him release his strong hold on you.
He finishes his glass of wine, leans forward and places it on the table before sitting back, he rests his free hand across your thighs.
"feed me" he demands and you scoff and roll your eyes "in your dreams" you say taking your plate of food and a fork.
You twirl your pasta around your fork and bring it to your lips but he's watching you, you can feel his gaze burning your skin and it makes you uncomfortable.
How can you peacefully eat with him staring at you like that?
Right, because he doesn't want you to eat unless you feed his dominant, egoistical ass first.
You look at him and you both stare at each other for a long time, it was almost like a contest. You knew what he wanted but you didn't want to give in, you wanted to get off his lap but you couldn't deny that you weren't uncomfortable, he also wanted you to feed him but if he really wanted to eat he could just let you go.
