Something Special

9

I walked towards the exit and I heard a voice say, "OK, Jimin, she is here, bye." Jimin stuck his tongue out at Seokjin as he called me over. "I though I could drive you home."

"Well you thought wrong, Jimin." I tried to walk away but he gently took my wrist into his palm. I shook my arm out of his clutches. "Come on, please. Just this once." He started making puppy dog eyes that no one could resist so I eventually gave in. I heard the roar of an engine and was taken back by Jimin's car.

I stepped back and gasped. "This is all yours?" I asked in disbelief. I gently ran my hand agsinst the bonnet of his galaxy Ferrari. He had his hands in his pocket and looked really humble. "I didn't buy it with my own money, my auntie got it for me for graduating a class she had put me in."

"Whoah, must have been a hard class." He looked down as if he was shy and said, " No, not really. It was basket weaving class." I clutched my stomach as it ached from me laughing so much. At this point we were all alone, it was as if this was planned. He opened the car door and invited me in. I got in and reached for my seat belt, but before I could, Jimin took it and pulled out across my body. He was now balancing on one leg to reach the buckle. He held the right side of the seat to support himself as he dived closer to the seat belt buckle. His body was now across mine. My breathing started to get jumpy as he was breathing into my left ear, making me feel ticklish. His shirt was loose fit so I could see down it. I forced myself to look away but before I did, I got a quick peek at his abs. How can one guy be so fit? I thought to myself. I heard the click of the seat belt, but Jimin still hasn't moved. He chuckled with a manly voice, I was so embarrassed, did my inner thoughts become outer again? He moved back slightly and our faces meet once again. "Your welcome." He said with a smirk. "Thanks," I said sarcastically, but he took it seriously and bowed like he was my butler. I jokingly hit his stomach and told him to get in. "So where's your house?" Jimin said this curiously. "It's where I live." I decided to annoy him. "Haha, so where do you live?" I replied with, "In my house." He softly chuckled and put his hand on my thigh and said, "Come on, seriously." This time I told him straight away, I really couldn't bear how awkward things were getting every time I was alone with Jimin. He looked at me and said, "So if I touch you, you'll tell me anything?" I rolled my eyes and undid my seat belt, "Good bye," I said. I was about to open the door when he took the seat belt and buckled it again, forcing me into my seat. He finally started to drive but he took a wrong turn. "Jimin, you turned right, you were supposed to turn left."

"Oh, I know," he said, "But this road leads to your house as well, but it's always empty, so I thought we could go down this way, let off steam." I was happy with this and let him push the gas from 20 to 95. I started to scream in joy, lifting my hands above my head, through the open roof.

Jimin did the same, even though he was driving. I let that go, just how I let go about my parents, about Jennie and the principal. I felt free, for the first time in a long time. He began to slow down as we pulled up to the main road again. I put my hands back into the car, so did Jimin. I brushed all my hair away from my face. I was out of breath but laughing. "That was amazing," I said in amazement, stopping between words to catch my breath. "So are you." Did I miss hear or did he just say that. Did Jimin just call me amazing? But he is a playboy, so that's just what he does. I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. I unbuckled my seat belt, so I was facing him in my seat. I then strocked Jimin's hair back, just like he does and slowly pulled his face closer to mine. I looked at his lips and bit mine. I could sense him smirking, he was too easy to fool. He licked his bottom lip and I internally rolled my eyes. He wrapped his arm around my waist, I was about to pull out when I remembered, I had to stay in character. He was almost just where I wanted him. He needed to move just a bit closer for this to work. I grabbed the side of his shirt and pulled him in. He let out something that sounded like a soft moan. I was about to slap him across his face, but he was nearly in position. He was practically off his seat and NOW! I put my knee inbetween his legs on the seat and opened the door on Jimin's side and jumped out of the car. I slammed the door shut and turned to face the car. "Haha," I teased, "You can't kiss me, nah nah nah nah nah!" I puckered up my lips and he did it back, and said, "Just you wait, your lips will be touching mine in no time." I mimicked him in a squeeky voice and also said, "In. Your. Wildest. Dreams. Baby." What a great ending to a day. What, did I just hear myself. I didn't greet my parents, not that I usually did, and jumped right into my bed. Playboy Jimin, your are about to get played.