Seduction Mortelle|| P. Jimin x Reader

VII

Stage I
Parasite

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Dinner proceeded to be the most wonderful thing I was ever involved in. Additional to the three guys I knew, there were four more of them that seemed to fit the perfect aesthetic of the group. I couldn't phantom the fact that all seven of them lived in this house, but then again it was huge and could definitely fit a family inside.

They introduced themselves and I tried to be as polite as possible. Even though I had just been through a shooting, all of this was pleasant enough to soothe my nerves. It seemed like the total opposite of what people said for the gang. Which was frightening, but I also couldn't deny that they were all very close.

Jimin and that driver in particular.

A person would even think that the two had something more to their relationship, but I could see that they were just fond of each other. It bummed me out. If Jimin were to be gay, I would be rid of this strange attraction towards him.

However, two hours into the dinner and I could feel everything that had happened catching up to me. I zoned out quite a few times, only to be shaken back to reality when one of them cracked a silly joke. Specifically Jin with his Dad jokes.
When they were done dinning, I took it upon myself to clean the dishes. Yet, despite my stubbornness, Jin wouldn't hear it, so he took all the dishes and began washing them.

I was left empty handed, in the throns of my own mind.

I sat quietly, frozen in the midst of energetic antics of the boys who seemed not much older than me, some even my age. I couldn't comprehend how I should feel and whether I was really safe in this house. Even though Jimin's words felt sincere and reassuring, there was a notch of doubt in me that warned me not to believe everything he said. Or any of them, in fact.

For the major part of the evening, or early morning, I remained quiet. Until my eyes finally drooped and I could no longer sit straight. I didn't want to disturb their peacefulness and conversations. I was too embarrassed to say it in front of them all, so while Jimin was preoccupied with a phone call in the hallway, I waited for him to finish before I approached him.

He sighed after hanging up, surprise rising in his eyes when he saw me timidly approaching him.

"I didn't think you'd want the date now."

He teased with a cocky smirk. However,  when he saw the weak smile I offered him and that I just shrugged it off, he understood what I was coming to him for.

"Come, I'll show you to your room."

He said softly, sneaking an arm around my waist to guide me up the stairs. I flinched at the contact, inching away from him while the sombe cloud became bigger around me. I was falling into the dark pit of dreamless realm and I was falling fast.
We climbed up the stairs, his voice only reaching my ears when I we had entered the said room. He said that I could use any of the clothes in the wardrobe, even gestured to the folded pjs that were neatly placed on the bed I would be sleeping on.

Quietly, in a little whisper, I thanked him, offering him another strained smile.

I was so preoccupied with my need to crash into the bed and pass out until late in the morning, that I didn't notice how close we were to each other. When his arm around my waist pulled me closer and our chest was plastered together, I was instantly wide awake. My eyes widened and I looked up to see the same cocky smirk that represented the playful, bad boy personality he had.

My hands pressed against his chest as I tried to put as much distance as possible.

"What are you doing."

I demanded, my eyes narrowing in a glare until my lips turned down into a big frown. But in truth, I was panicking and almost fainting. My hands were pressed against the evident curvature of his strong chest, feeling the flush muscles that contracted under the shirt. His face was so close to mine, that there was no way I could hide the furious blush and heat that spread all the way down to my neck.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

I panicked, looking everywhere but at his eyes and praying to my guardian angel out there to get his ass up and save me from this beautiful situation.
Jimin was a hottie, a player and a bad boy, just the type my stupid, female heart attached itself to.
He chuckled lightly, his grip not letting up as he proceeded to speak what was on his mind.

"I was just thinking I should use this chance to get a better look at you."

"Wh-what?"

He grinned wider, head leaning in until his lips were just at the curve of my earlobe. My eyes widened and I felt the sharp, cold slap in my limbs that caused me to freeze in spot. My hands trembled as I gripped his shirt, unsure of what exactly I should do.

"Your reactions are the cutest, jagi. Makes me want to see more."

His plump lips ghosted over my ear, creating a chain of shudders that rocked through me.

But, just as the moment had started, it quickly ended. Jimin pulled away with a teasing, cheesy smile, lifting his hands away and completely detaching himself from me. I was left wide-eyed and open mouthed, staring as he laughed everything off as a joke.

"Just kidding. I wouldn't want to lay a hand on you."

He laughed and tucked his hands in the pocket of his pants.

Little did he know that he shouldn't have worded his sentence like that. I was bitch slapped right across my red face and the sight of him twisted in my head. His cheesy smile, seemed like that of a joker, deranged and heavy with psychopathic traits.
My hands fell to my sides as my mind finally crumbled under all the pressure and awful situations I was put in.

He was cruel.

As kind as his intentions were, this man wasn't an angel. There was no use in me getting flustered and excited, or even no need to embrace the safety that all of them offered me.

I am the alien in this house.

The parasite that had suddenly invaded the perfectly functioning system.

I had finally realized that there was nothing out there for me. There was no way I could just go back to living normally, especially in this city, after my session of imprisonment finishes. This wasn't the safe house for me. This was hell. And he had just put me back to my rightful place.

"I'll leave you to rest. If you need anything, Jin hyung is the closest. I'm sure he'd be able to help you with whatever you need."

He said, cheerfully going back to the door. My mouth ran before my brain could walk and I spoke.

"I don't need anything from you guys. "

I smiled upon saying that, noting the raised eyebrow as he turned around to look at me. He didn't catch onto the real atmosphere in the room, but that was what I needed.

"Thank you, Jimin."

Once he stepped out the door, I realized that the sound of his name from my lips was something that he hadn't expected to hear. But before he could say anything else, I closed the door on him and locked it safely, leaving him to stare dumbfounded at the barrier that was finally separating us.