Just Let Me Love You | A Park Jimin Fanfic

Chapter 18 - Come On In

"So do you like bikinis?" Yun Hae asked as they walked to her car. Jimin was accompanying her home to get clothes and she was spending the night at Hannam.

Holy Shit, Jimin sighed. "Don't be cruel, jagiya." Jimin retorted. If she carried on like this it would leave him with no choice but to take her in the car.

"What did you call me?"

"Nothing. C'mon, it's getting late." Jimin gave her a gentle push. Yun Hae stuck her tongue out at him and revved the car.

"Buckle up, pabo. I'm going to give you the ride of your life," she ordered. Jimin brushed his bangs up in feigned frustration. "You're impossible. Just drive."

They drove in silence with Jimin stealing the occasional glance at Yun Hae. He found it insanely hot that she wore spectacles. As the city lights blurred as they sped past, his thoughts strayed to Yun Hae in bed with those damned spectacles and in her stiff corporate attire begging to be undressed by him.

"Jimin? Hey, Jimin?" Yun Hae tried reaching for his arm to grab his attention but ended up laying her hand on his thigh instead. She jerked her hand back to the wheel as if nothing happened.

"Yes?" Jimin asked hoarsely. He could still feel her touch on his thigh. Down boy! Please?

"We're here," The car rolled to a stop in front of a Mediterranean style villa in Cheongdam-dong. Jimin gulped; a part of him wanted to go inside but a part of him was low key panicking at the thought of being alone with her. He just didn't trust himself enough to keep his hands off her.

"Come on in," Yun Hae gestured. "Let me fix you coffee while I get my stuff ready, okay?" Jimin could only nod in reply because alone with Yun Hae in the privacy of her home was doing things to him that he could not control.

"Make yourself comfortable, pabo," Yun Hae smiled at him before disappearing behind the counter. Jimin looked around Yun Hae's house, noting the tasteful art on her walls, trying to get his mind off Yun Hae bent over the counter.

Walking into her home, Jimin was impressed with the eclectic mix of patterns, materials and colors all perfectly fused together making one perfectly creative cohesive home. She had great taste in art, books and furniture, that much he could tell, and her bright airy kitchen told him she knew her way around food. Her home seemed to reflect her success and Jimin was impressed. She's perfect, he decided.

"Enjoy!" Yun Hae winked as she handed Jimin his coffee. "Is it okay if I take a quick shower? I had a particularly long day."

"Take your time," Jimin closed his eyes as he took a sip of his coffee. Yun Hae brushed past him on her way to her bedroom and Jimin got a whiff of her perfume. She smells good; her heat, her sweat.

"Jimin?" Yun Hae called out to him softly from her room. "Could you, uhm, come here for a second?"

Jimin all but jumped off the sofa, almost knocking over his coffee in the process. "Sure, of course. What is it?" He asked breathlessly as he stood by her door.

Yun Hae had her back to him and she was struggling with the buttons of her shirt. Her blazer was already on the bed and she had taken her stilettos off. Jimin glanced at her bed and gulped. God help me.

"Come in, silly," she urged. "Can you help me unbutton the top two buttons of my dress shirt? I don't know why I keep wearing this. It's always such a pain taking it off and I always end up smearing lipstick all over it," she rambled.

Jimin could hear the nervousness in her voice, accentuated by the slight rise in her tone. Wordlessly, he came up behind her and started undoing the buttons.