tutor ; park jimin

chapter XI

"So... There's this party on friday." Jimin drops his pencil and covers the page, just on top of the text I'm reading.

"Jimin. Focus." I say, trying to take his hand away from my textbook.

"Did you hear me?" his hand stays on the textbook.

"Yeah, there's a party... And?"

"And I want you to come with me!"

"Ah... You know I have to study for these exams."

"Come on! No excuses."

"I really have to study. But I'll give it a thought. Just send me the adress and I'll see if I go."

"But I want you to go with me."

"I'll be there with you."

He pouts and furrows his eyebrows at me, his hand still on my textbook. I look at him and do the same expression, taking the cap off of my highlighter and putting it close to his hand.

"Take your hand off or I'll mark you with neon purple, Park Jimin."

His frown intensifies as well as his pout as he presses his palm even stronger against the textbook.

"Okay, then."

I swipe the highlighter tip strongly across his hand in a fast move.

"Ow! It hurt!" he takes his hand off almost immediately.

"Your hand is off, isn't it?" I shrug.

Suddenly I feel his hand landing on my thigh and stroking it slowly. I look up at his face and see a teasing smirk on his lips that were just formed into a cute pout a minute ago, his eyes are looking at mine darkly. I change my gaze to his hand and back to his eyes.

"I'll mark you again, Park Jimin. Take your hand off."

"Ah..." he leans closer, "Are you gonna say you don't like it?" he whispers on my ear.

"I'll mark you again, Park Jimin. This time on your face. Take your hand off."

"Aish..." he backs away, laughing loudly, "Okay, the Renaissance." he turns to his textbook, taking his pink highlighter again to highlight the important parts.

"The Renaissance." I chuckle while looking at his smile.

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"You're really not going?" he pouts as he stands in my kitchen while I make myself some instant ramen.

"No, babe. I really have to study. The Renaissance has a lot of freaking details to it."

"You don't need to now every detail." he comes up behind me, resting his hands on my waist and his chin on my shoulder as I put the seasoning on the pan.

"If I want to get an A. Yes, I do." I turn around and lean against the counter, resting my hands on each side of me.

"Okay, then let's do this." he says, pecking my right cheek before continuing, his hands on each side of my waist leaning against the counter, meeting mine, "If you finish studying before 10, 11 pm. You'll meet me there." he kisses my left cheek, "If not. You'll text me saying you won't go. And I'll leave the party a little early to stay the night with you." he finally pecks my lips.

"I don't believe I'll be able to finish studying before 11 to be honest. But you'll spend the night with me either way. Why would I have to go to a party?" I make a disgusted face.

"Oh! This is what this is all about! You don't want to go to the party." he backs away, acting offended.

"No!" I laugh out, "Actually, a little." I say, "Okay, here's the deal." I walk over to him, who's leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, resting my hands on his neck, "I can't promise anything. But if I finish studying before 10, I'll go."