Familiar Ambrosia

Part 1

I tried really hard to say no. I really, truly did. But who could say no when Park Jimin pouted?

My best friend of two years, he knew exactly what to do to make me crumble. Just a little whine and maybe a hug. His plush pink lips, one of his many features that I both envied and admired, would scrunch slightly and turn down, lower lip jutting out unhappily. If I was especially contrary he'd slide up behind me and squeeze me tight, resting his chin on my shoulder so that he could whisper please in his sweetest voice. The sumptuous smell that was unique to him, clean and masculine with the faintest brush of something delicately floral, was as good as kryptonite. Wrapped up in Jimin's warmth and drowning in his scent, I was powerless. Maybe Jimin thought I couldn't hold out against his cuteness but the truth was... I caved in order to preserve my dignity. And our friendship.

I didn't want him to hear me moan when his hot breath ghosted across the sensitive skin below my ear, his delectable murmur fueling my every secret fantasy. There was no way he could find out that his hard body pressed up against mine made me shudder with want. I dared anyone to say they wouldn't react in the same manner. Jimin was gorgeous. All that flawless gold skin stretched over lean muscles that made my hands itch to touch. When he flashed his angelic smile my way I was positively euphoric. But Jimin was my best friend and only confidant. We had shared so many late nights I would never jeopardize us. Thankfully, I seldom put up enough of a fight to get to third level of Jimin's coercion tactics.

Tired as hell after a long week of work and school, and also somewhat broke, there was no way it was a good idea for me to go out and party. All I wanted to do this particular Friday night was curl up with a movie and a pint of ice cream, losing myself until I inevitably fell asleep on the sofa. Instead, I was slipping on my trusty black heels, one hand on Jimin's shoulder for balance, already wearing a dangerously tight dark lace dress.

He stood straight and steady, a dazzling smile dancing across his features now that he'd gotten his way. Seeing his joy was like basking in the sun. I wasn't going to let him win so easily however. No matter how warmth blossomed in my chest at the sight of his sweet grin. I scowled up at him while shifting my foot to alleviate a pinch that might give me problems later in the night. "You can't just show up and demand I go out with you. I wasn't even prepared. What if I had plans?"

That made him snort. Jimin quirked a brow as he grabbed my jacket and held it open for me. "Plans? Without me? You don't go anywhere that isn't absolutely necessary unless I drag you there."

My mouth opened and closed weakly and I meekly shrugged into my jacket. I didn't have a smart retort for that. He was absolutely right. The only reason I had any semblance of a social life was because Jimin forced me to. It wasn't hard to imagine myself drowning in classes and work, while letting my minimal people skills shrivel into nothing. I'd been incredibly lucky to meet him in my freshman year and even luckier he'd taken such a liking to me. Instead, I turned up my nose and stalked out the door, putting as much attitude into my walk as I could muster. Jimin's response was a huff of laughter while sliding his hand around my waist with an easy familiarity that always made my heart ache with bittersweet elation. Jimin's generous affection was never quite enough to satisfy me.

There wasn't any time to wallow however. A moment later Jimin's hand came down to swat at my ass as I slid into the car, making me jolt and scramble to escape. His laughter chased me, beautifully musical despite the glare I shot him. I absolutely hated when he did that. It was his favorite way of hurrying me along. He might think the way I squeaked was funny but I did not. I had to squeeze my thighs every time, biting back a whimper. The jerk had no idea the kind of power he held over my body.

"I couldn't help it," Jimin confessed. It was the same excuse he gave me every single time and I forgave him with a tiny pout just as I had every single time. We took an uber, conversing quietly about the small things that had happened during the week. I was in a middle of a rather unattractive bout of laughter, an unladylike snort escaping me, when I realized he was staring at me with a bemused expression. His gaze was soft, mouth curving gently. Embarrassed warmth crept across my cheeks and up to the tops of my ears under Jimin's scrutiny. "What now?"