Flirt | Park Jimin

3- Flustered

I dashed back to the arena, ignited by a newly lit fire.

"I wanna go see Army." I exclaimed, bolting through the doors, startling the members still rehearsing on stage.

"What?" questioned Namjoon, eyebrows raised and pressed together, just as confused as the others.

"There are thousands of them waiting outside," I replied rather breathlessly, "I even saw that the line extended all the way to the park right next to the arena, I just wanna roam around and see things for myself." I explained.

"Yeah, because a blue haired Park Jimin is gonna amble around unnoticed whilst surrounded by thousands of Armies," Yoongi retorted from where he was sitting, snickering to himself, "good luck with that."

I rolled my eyes, exasperated. Always the sarcastic little sh*t that one... Might as well f*ck with him.

"Actually, hyung." I began, turning to him, setting my brilliant plan in motion.

He looked up, the smug expression plastered on his face revealing how content he was with his little remark. How I was going to enjoy slapping it right off.

I sauntered towards him, pleased to see his demeanor change the second he noticed my growing smirk. He squinted his eyes, suspicious.

I crouched down in front of him, unhurried, unrushed, unbothered, eyes on him at all times. Cocking my head to the side, I let my gaze leisurely trail to his lips, my mouth opening faintly, before sweeping my eyes back to his. They were opened wide, his pupils dilated, frantically searching for some kind of explanation.

I leaned in, getting as close as I could without actually touching him, and smiled in satisfaction as he audibly gasped and held his breath, not knowing where to look, not knowing what to do. Oh, how I loved this.

I finally spoke again.

"I was planning on borrowing your anti-dust mask," I told him, voice gruff, holding the one he was conveniently wearing folded beneath his chin between my fingers, looking at it before glancing his way as if asking for permission.

"U-um, uh..." he stuttered, little mouth agape, cheeks red, eyes blinking.

I shook my head and chuckled. A flustered Yoongi, just how I like him.

I steered my fingers to where the mask was secured around his ears, running them lightly through his hair before taking it off, tenderly stroking the skin of his jawline as I brought my hands back.

He instinctively closed his eyes at my touch. I smiled. Baby boy.

"Are you two done?" Hoseok asked, his tone indecipherable.

Yoongi didn't react, visibly somewhere else. I better make the most of it.

"I'll be taking this too, Yoongi hyung." I informed him, also snatching the beanie on his head and placing it on mine before ruffling his hair and standing up.

Startled, he was finally pulled out of his daze.

"Uh, yeah, whatever..." He grumbled, scrunching his nose.

I couldn't help but giggle. Cute.

"Here, take my sunglasses too, hyung." Jungkook offered, throwing his sunglasses at me.

"Thanks, Kook." I responded, easily catching the pair.

"Please come back in one piece, Jimin," Jin warned.

"I'll try, hyung. But it'll be hard, you know everyone wants a piece of this," I shamelessly praised myself.

This incited a series of groans and eye rolls from the members, instantly dismissing me.

"Yup, he's back," Tae added, winking at me.

I only laughed as I hopped off stage and ran out of the arena, ready to walk incognito amongst Army.