Saturday, December 25th 1:00 pm
"They aren't you." He sits up to meet your face, one hand tucks some hair behind your ear before cupping your face. "I want to be here with you."
"That's not fair to your family or friends or whoever you choose, whoever you usually spend it with." His thumb caresses your cheek as his gaze is stuck on your lips.
"Please call your bodyguard at least and tell him you're okay, I don't want them to worry."
"What good would that do? He'll just demand me to come home or come pick me up. Now let's get to the real problem... do you want me to leave Y/n? If you do I'll go... just say the word."
He looks back into your eyes studying the way you close them for a second longer, the way your brows furrow as you release a heavy sigh His hand runs down your neck, creating shapes on your shoulder.
When your eyes open he can see the turmoil between your head and your heart and he can't help but smile.
"Yes, I want you to leave." He lets out a breathy laugh as his smile reaches his eyes, he leans in watching how your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth. His thumb pulls at your lip and you release it from the vice that is your teeth.
He leans closer, never breaking eye contact until his lips are ghosting yours. His eyes flicker back up to yours as he tilts his head, your noses brushing.
"Don't lie babe. You aren't good at it." The tension makes your body hot as you can feel your ears turn a darker shade of red with each passing moment. "Tell me the truth... Do you want me to leave?"
"What's with you calling me babe all of a sudden?"
"Don't act like you don't like it, now, answer me Y/n...Do...You...Want...Me...To...Leave?" He says kissing all over your face except the one place in need and every time you try to get any contact he moves back. His smile slowly forms into a very attractive smirk that you'd be more than happy to kiss away.
"Stay."
"Gladly."
His lips meet yours, sparks run all through your body as you are once again saddled on his lap. You pull away placing your hands on his shoulder, with his eyes still closed he leans forward which just makes you giggle teasing him the way he did you.
"Jimin we haven't eaten yet. I'm hungry."
"I already ate." His sly tone has you kissing him again in quick short pecks. "It's-time-to-get-up." You hold the side of his face as you get off the bed running into the bathroom and locking the door before he can follow you in. You can hear the frustrated groans from the other side of the door.
You place your hand over your heart as you try to catch your breath. You aren't surprised at how fast it beats for him. You find yourself wanting to be by his side at all times, thinking about him when you wake up and wanting to be with him until the sun rises the next day.
You can hardly believe how happy he's made you over these past few months but still scared that he will hurt you somehow. He's the playboy prince -despite not believing that anymore- you can't push the thought of his past coming back to play in the future.
What are you doing to me Park Jimin?
What am I to you?
What are we?
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"Jimin can you bring me a sweater from my room? Check the top drawer, just pick one and bring it." While you make some lunch for the two of you he rummages through your drawers, yes drawers.
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Enchanted P.JM
Fanfiction"Just looking to have some fun... would you like to join? You seem like you need to blow off some steam." He smirks, licking his bottom lip. ••• He is stuck in his own world. Wants more from life. Wants to escape. Is tired of his nightly routine...
