Something Special

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I felt so terrible; no wonder he's a playboy. "He packed up all his things right after we came home from the hospital. He said, he said that he found another family which he loves more. His side of the family stayed with us, they hate him as much as I do." I felt taken back, touched. How can such a loose, laid back person be so nice at heart. "Do you know what he looks like?" I asked softly, not wanting to trigger any emotions. He replied with a quick, "No, both sides of the family burnt and deleted all photos with him in it." His voice was as sharp as a knife. I took my hand and placed it on his shoulder. He suddenly wipped his tears away and sniffled. I went into hug him but he stood up and said, "Your are the first girl that I have brought here, this place has a very special place in my heart, on the good side and bad." I was going to comfort him when all of a sudden his alterior motive, Playboy Jimin, took over again. I was upset, I liked the normal Jimin, the more human one, but a side of me liked playing games. Now was the perfect time for one. I went up to him, put my hand on his muscular arm and said, "Tag, you're it." I smiled as I ran around the swings and around the park. I laughed as he nearly got me, he laughed as well, but I wasn't doing a bad job in heels. He got me and grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me in. Here we go again. But, this time, he didn't do his standard playboy procedure; instead he twisted my wrist to check the time. "We better go." He said. He was still holding my wrist as he put me into his car.

We walked up to the car and he did the seat belt this time, and I wasn't awkward any more, but this time he bent down lower than he needed to so his shirt would drop lower than it needed to. He was blocking my view, so I saw nothing but his abs. I pushed him back, holding his shirt to his neck. And there was that smirk, but this time there was an added lip bite. He looked so cute and gorgeous and manly. He travelled the short distance to the drivers seat and sat for a while. He turned to me and asked, "Y/N, when's your birthday?" I looked at him with a 'small talk doesn't suit you' expression and he just said, "What, I'm just curious." He steadily crept him hand up my thigh and onto my bare hip. His cold hand sent ticklish shivers down my spine. He lent in, closer to my ear and said, "Come on, just tell me." I took his hands of my body, partially because it was weird, but partially because it made me nervous. "February 24, jeez, only people who are on a need to know basis get to know that and you don't need to know." He smiled, not a smirk, but a genuine smile, this suited him more than is alterior motive. I decided to ask the same thing, just the way he did. 'Playboy Jimin, you are going to fall so hard for me.' I thought to myself and made this my new mission. I touched his thigh, making him squirm in his seat. I then slid my hand under his shirt to feel his stomach. I knew he had abs, but I didn't know that they were really abs. I was amazed at how one human being could work out this much. I shook away the thoughts that side tracked me and asked for his birthday. He didn't say anything which annoyed me, "Why aren't you telling me?" I asked, you could tell that I was annoyed. He replied with, "Beacause I like you touching my-" Before he could finish his gross sentence, I started to tickle him on the side of his ribs. He was laughing so much, everyone on the next block could probably hear him. He tried to swat my hands away, his eyes were cute tiny slits as he laughed.

He soon gave in and said, "OK, Ok, October 13, happy." I smiled an innocent smile and said, "Yes, very happy."

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We arrived early, just as Jimin had promised, the car park was nearly empty except for one car. Jimin made his way to my side of the car to open the door, we had a battle of the quickest reflex and Jimin won, meaning he got to the seat belt buckle first. I held his shirt to his neck again and he laughed, moving my hand and putting on my lap, exposing his abs which I had already seen. I think he was trying to be cool because this time, he didn't hold onto the seat, so he was just balancing, which I thought was not a good idea. Just as I was about to tell him to hold on, he slipped, landing so his back was on my lap and he was facing up at me. He giggled and was smiling cutely.