~Jimin POV~
"Yeah. I'm saying yes." Naerin mumbled, looking at the ground.
My arms were immediately around her, pulling against my side. I let her long hair tickle my face, the scent of her overwhelming when she was this close.
She was mine.
I lifted her chin to face me, her doe eyes opened wide. Just like her brother.
I just stared at her for awhile, both our hearts pounding.
She was the one who leaned in first, and when dour lips touched, it felt different then before. There was love in that kiss, not just the lust that had fueled us before.
She slid her hands into my hair, deepening the kiss. I had little self control left.
We pulled back to breathe, and she pulled off the sweatshirt she was wearing, revealing a thin top underneath. I let my hand run down her exposed arm. She shivered.
Then our lips were connected again, more needy then before, and Naerin was pulling on the edge of my hoodie.
"So eager to take my clothes off?" I asked sweetly, pulling away to look at her.
"I've seen your old songs. I know what's there. And it's about time I saw it in person." She whispered, continuing to grab my shirt.
"That's not fair. There aren't any pictures of you shirtless on the internet." I said, teasing her by pushing her hands away.
"None that you've seen." I froze and looked at her, but she only burst out laughing.
"I'm joking, Jimin, oh my god your face—"
Naerin stopped talking as I pulled my shirt off, throwing it on the floor next to us.
"Shit." She whispered, placing her hands on my shoulders. "You know your like, super hot, right?" I chuckled and met her eyes.
"The same goes for you, jagiya." I let my hands rest on her waist. Her confidence faltered.
"You know," I continued, "I would prefer for this not to happen in a supply closet. Especially when...we haven't gone this far before." I said, leaning my forehead against hers.
"Does it really matter?" She asked, pouting. I ran my hand through my hair.
"Yes. Would you also like to get married in this closet?" She rolled her eyes at me. "That's what I thought. I promise we'll continue later, bunny."
"Bunny? Seriously?" She said, frowning at the nickname.
"What? You look like one." I responded as my thumb traced her cheek.
"Isn't that a thing your fans say about Jungkook?"
"At times, yes. But, you realize the two of you look eerily similar, right?" She nodded her head at me. "And because you don't like it, I will be calling you that till the day I die."
God, she was so damn cute.
"Jimin-ah..." She sighed, resting her face against my bare chest.
"Yes, bunny?" I chuckled, and she frowned.
"Okay, I think we should put our clothes back on." She mumbled, grabbing her own shirt and throwing mine back to me. "People are probably looking for us. I need to thank Namjoon for helping me change my number and shutting down my SNS accounts."
"I'm pretty sure I was supposed to be at practice twenty minutes ago." I responded, and Naerin hit my arm and laughed.
"Let's go back to the real world."
~~~
~Naerin POV~
I was sitting in the practice room with Soohyun, watching the members quietly as they danced. They were learning new choreography today.
Jimin had indeed been late for practice, and got scolded for it. Instead of making up an excuse, he just flat out said he had been hanging out with me and lost track of time. That earned him some glares from Jungkook.
Speaking of, he was still mad at me for not telling him I had a job interview. We hadn't had the chance to talk about it, but he was refusing to even acknowledge me.
Regardless, I couldn't help but get butterflies every time I made eye contact with Jimin. My boyfriend. As much as I had fought against it, I loved being able to call him that.
"Naerin-ah, if you keep staring, it'll become obvious." Soohyun was tapping my shoulder. I jumped and looked at her.
"I don't know what your talking about."
"Anyone paying at least a little attention can see that something is going on between you two." I quickly averted my eyes from the man I had been looking at.
"Unnie, don't tell anyone please, we're planning to, but just haven't figured out how to yet." I tried to make my best pouty face, and she laughed at me.
"My lips are sealed. Honestly, I think this is good for him. It's the happiest he's been in awhile." She rubbed my shoulder, and I smiled brightly.
As soon as we were done talking, the music stopped and the boys began to grab water and sit down.
Jimin plopped down on a chair next to me, reaching for the drink I had in my hand.
"Soohyun unnie knows about us." I whispered to him, and his eyes widened as he gulped the water.
"You told her?" He asked, scooting his chair closer to me.
"No, she caught me staring at you and toke a guess."
"Aw, you were looking at me, bunny? Does my jagiya think I'm handsome?" He reached over and pinched my cheek. I batted his hand away, glancing around the room. Thankfully, no one was looking.
"A majority of Korea—and the world—thinks you're handsome. Is this whole cutesy thing a phase or...?"
"No, bunny. This is only the beginning."
~End of Chapter~
I'm not too proud of the ending of this chapter, it was a bit forced. But I hope you enjoy anyway, lovelies. Happy Holidays!!
~k
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