Butterfly

23. The Sister

Jimin leans against his doorframe, his hand propping up his head as he looks down at me. "You sure you don't want to hang out for a while?"

"Yeah, Sandra will be getting home soon."

Jimin grins, tilting his head. "You could say you're going out with friends all day?"

I laugh a little, hitting his chest. "All day? We'd get tired of each other."

Jimin smirks, a mischevious look in his eyes. "I think we could find stuff to do."

I laugh, shaking my head at him. "What, last night not enough for you?"

"Mm, I just think we could experiment some more," he tilts his head, his grin teasing, his hand making its way to rest on my waist.

"You need help." I smile, brushing a kiss to his lips, and Jimin catches my shoulder, deepening the kiss, moving to push me against the wall. I finally swat him off, laughing, out of breath from the kiss.

"Leave me alone."

"I love you too?"

I grin up at him. "I won't say it unless you let go of me."

Jimin sighs, shaking his head playfully as he drops his arms from where they're pinning me to the wall. "I'm losing my edge here. Cons no one tells you about when you're whipped for your girlfriend."

I laugh, hitting his shoulder, and he pouts, rubbing the spot. I brush a kiss to his lips, then make my way to my door.

"Love you."

He nods, his eyes soft, and I smile at him for a minute more before slipping into the apartment. I turn to lock the door behind me and freeze at Sandra's voice.

"There you are."

"Oh." I turn, trying to look casual. "I didn't realize you'd be back early."

"Actually, I came back about midnight, Seokjin drove me back."

I blink. "Really?"

She nods, raising an eyebrow slightly. "You weren't here."

I look down.

"Why didn't you answer your phone? I was really worried."

I feel my pockets for my phone. Damn it, I think it's still at Jimin's.

"Uhm, it died and I didn't get the chance to plug it in."

"You know, when you lie the corner of your mouth twitches."

My hand flies to my mouth. "It does?"

Sandra grins. "I do that too, that's how I know."

"Damn it."

She nods. "So...you want to tell me the truth?"

I let out a breath. "Uhm...Is this a choice?"

Sandra shrugs, sitting on the arm of the sofa. "If you want to tell me, I really want to know what's important enough to stay out all night and lie about."

"Well..."

I hesitate, then spend through the words. "IspentthenightatJimin's."

Sandra's eyebrows knit together. "What?"

"I, uhm, I spent the night across the hall."

Her eyes widen. "At Jimin's."

"Yeah. We're kind of - I mean, we're..." My voice trails off and she blinks several times, slightly shocked.