Summer ✓ p.jm

Chapter 39 : Feast Fiasco

The sound on my balcony door made me groaned in vexation. This man does not know the meaning of the word stop.

Jimin told me he'll give me time to think about everything. But for the past few days, he was literally bugging me and tries hard to change my mind very quickly.

I can't remember the last time that I locked the door on my balcony. Yes, I didn't even bother locking the doorknob.

Every night Jimin is knocking on my door. Whenever I don't open it, he'll go frantic and will knock the door even harder and louder. Making me open it for him at the end.

"It's open!" I yelled.

I'm busy typing a report on my laptop, I have to pass this tomorrow.

I heard the door open and a presence was felt next to me on my bed.

I didn't pay attention to him even though he started blabbering words and jumping on my bed like a mad kid. I need to focus on my work tonight, if not, I'll fail half of my grades in Physics.

Jimin was not contented, he literally closed my laptop just to get my full attention. "Hey!" I screamed. "I haven't saved the document." I worriedly said before turning on my laptop again.

"You're making your report for Physics right?"

"How did you know?" I ask back.

"I can read." His voice is full of sarcasm. I snickered at him before typing my PIN code.

Once the screen opens, Jimin closes my laptop again and I literally went wild and grab his hair this time.

I attempted to pull his hair in different directions, but the strands of his hair are incredibly smooth that it slips away from my hand.

"Jimin!" I actually screeched in anger and he covers my mouth to silence me before laughing.

"You're cute." He then ruffles my hair excessively and I swat his hand away.

"This is not funny Jimin, I'm already halfway to my report!" I whined and punched his arm. He acted like he was hurt but I know that my punch didn't affect him at all.

"That honey punch is sweet." He says with a smirk.

"Why are you here?" I deadpanned and he pouts.

Damn those pink pretty lips, I envy it, but most especially I miss those soft and satisfying lips on mine.

"You expected me to come, didn't you?" He questions with a quirky smile. "You didn't lock the door on your balcony."

"You always knock in the middle of the night. There's no point at locking the door." I stated and he hums as if he doubts that I'm lying.

"Now, why are you here?" I repeated.

"Let's go to Seokjin's house." He tells me and I furrow my brows at him.

"Why? He's having a party, isn't he?" I made a wild guess. It can't be something far from that, all of his friends are like party-goers and makers.