Butterfly

18. The Doctor

I stir slightly, burying my face in the warmth, smiling as Jimin's scent reaches my nose. I gently nuzzle his chest, loving the feel of his bare skin, then my eyes open and I realize.

Oh my God.

I sit up, pushing Jimin off the sofa, and he disappears with a crash, his disheveled head popping up a second later, his nose wrinkled as he rubs the back of his head.

"What was that for?" He complains sleepily, blinking. "Next time I want you to throw me off my own sofa, I can just ask."

"What time is it?!" I stare at him, my eyes wide, and he blinks for another minute, his brow furrowed, before his eyes widen in understanding.

"I don't know. Let me - " he reaches for his phone where it rests on the floor next to the sofa. "One twenty-three."

I stare at him. "A.M?!"

Jimin winces, his eyes sleepy. "My ears are really sensitive when I first wake up, could you - "

"Park Jimin, my sister's going to notice I'm not home." I curse and Jimin leans back, grabbing my shirt from the corner, holding it out.

"Hey, no stress, you said she was out with the guy." He blinks up at me, still adjusting to the light, watching as I slip my shirt over my head.

"Was, Jimin, there's no way she's not back yet." I let out a breath, brushing my hair out of my face. "God, she's going to kill me."

"Babygirl, calm down." Jimin sits up, taking my hand in both of his. "We'll say we were studying, then watched a movie because you didn't want to be alone."

I blink. "That's brilliant."

Jimin chuckles lightly, pressing a light kiss to my temple. "I know."

I smile a little, my eyes on his bare chest, and Jimin smirks, pulling back, running his hand through his hair.

"I thought we spoke about checking me out?"

"Park Jimin, I hate you."

Jimin chuckles. "So, I think we have about...let's say half an hour left of our movie."

"What?"

He grins. "The movie we're watching. I think it's going to last about another half hour."

I roll my eyes at Jimin, letting him pull me onto the floor with him gently, pressing me into the rug. He gently hooks a leg over my waist, straddling me carefully, leaning down to press his lips to mine. I smile, tilting my head, pulling him closer.

"You know, it's too bad you already put your shirt back on." Jimin breathes the words between kisses, his hands running down my sides, and I grin against his lips, pulling away to speak softly.

"Well, there's no reason why it can't come off again until the movie's over."

His smirk against my lips makes me grin.

Forty-five later, we're both too out of breath to kiss anymore, and Jimin moves off me, brushing a thumb over my cheekbone, lying next to me to nuzzle my neck sweetly.

"I love that scent," he murmurs softly, making me grin. "What is it?"

"A lady never reveals the secret of her perfume."

Jimin grins, propping himself up on his elbow so he can meet my eyes, his other hand sliding up my leg to rest on my hip. "You know, babygirl, a lady wouldn't have spent the last half hour making out with her boyfriend on the floor of his apartment."

I grin slightly up at him. "Boyfriend?"

Jimin rolls his eyes slightly at me. "Well, what did you think I was, a roof-mate with benefits?"

I laugh, gently smacking his shoulder, letting my hand linger to trace the smooth line of his collarbone. "I don't know, I figured it was a non-label thing."

"Oh, babygirl, I'm all about labels."

I squint at him. "How did you manage to make that sound dirty?"

Jimin chuckles. "I can make anything sound dirty." He raises his eyebrows at me. "Present company included."

I smack his shoulder, laughing as I sit up, ignoring his feigned shoulder pain. "God. Walk me home."

"Those two steps across the hall, they are terrifying at night, aren't they?"

"You are incredibly sarcastic when you first wake up."

Jimin laughs, letting me pull him to his feet, picking up his shirt from the end of the sofa. "Am I?"

I can't help my laugh. Jimin pulls on his shirt, then laces his fingers with mine, walking with me toward the hall. I stop in his entry hallway, and he tilts his head at me.

"I don't know if Sandra's going to be awake or not, but I think now would be the time to press me up against the wall for a goodnight kiss."

Jimin chuckles, brushing my hair out of my face. "Do you now."

I nod, and he gently presses me against the door, brushing the lightest of kisses to my lips. "That what you wanted?"

"Asshole." I pull him down to my level again, kissing him hard, our tongues intertwining as he presses me against the door harder. His hands run over my sides, stopping abruptly as he pulls away, his breathing labored.

"God, you're driving me insane." He breathes the words, gently tugging on my bottom lip with his teeth. I grin, running my fingers through his hair, making it even messier than before.

"I really should go," I murmur, pulling away to smile at Jimin's flushed cheeks, his swollen lips.

"See, there you go again."

I laugh and he brushes another kiss to my lips, straightening up. "I have a meet all day tomorrow, but I can give you a ride to school on Monday."

"Sounds good."

Jimin nods, opening the door, and I follow him out. Jimin turns to me. "You sure I can't have a good night kiss out here?"

I grin, opening my mouth to reply, and the stairwell door opens. My sister is laughing up at the guy, his arm around her, a soft expression in his face as he brushes a kiss to her lips. They look up, seeing me and Jimin, and Sandra pulls away from the guy.

"Hey, you guys studied late."

"We watched a movie when we finished because I didn't really want to be alone," I turn to Jimin. "I had fun, thanks."

I furrow my eyebrows as I see how he's slightly pale, his eyes on the guy next to my sister. "Yeah. I'll see you."

He reaches for his door handle but stops as the guy speaks. "Jimin, you live here too?"

I blink, and Sandra looks slightly confused as well. "You two know each other?"

Jimin nods slightly.

"How's your mom doing, Jimin? I haven't been in to see her since she transferred, is there any - "

"I've got a really big meet tomorrow, so I should go."

Jimin disappears into his apartment and I blink after him, unsure what just happened. Sandra clears her throat.

"Uhm, this is Seokjin, he was just coming in for a couple drinks before he left."

I nod to the guy. "That's fine, I'm going to bed anyway. It's late." I unlock the apartment, heading for my room, closing the door behind me so I can't hear Sandra's laugh.

I pull out my phone, unlocking it, sending a message to Jimin.

Hey, everything good?

Read 2:40 AM.

I wait but it doesn't show him typing, only that he's read it, and I tilt my head, waiting. It's almost ten minutes before he replies.

Just tired.