His Angel | P. Jimin

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No one's POV:

It was the longest shower Jimin had ever taken in his life. It was also the coldest.
Despite the steady spray of the icy water, the memory of Sugar's rain-soaked body in his arms still lingered. The way she
trembled even as she clung to him, hurt and vulnerable.

He had wanted to do more to her than just tend to her non-physicall wounds. He had ached to touch every inch of her skin, to warm her body with his own until she burned with the same desire he felt.

He closed his eyes briefly, letting the water run over his heated body. It had to end. He needed to stop thinking about her. Stop fantasizing about her.

Sugar was off-limits. Perhaps it would be best if he just took Jennie out on dinner. She had been texting him all afternoon, as though she knew he was struggling. that day, Most of her messages were mildly suggestive.

He laughs at himself.

Jennie, seriously though?

No other girl can make him forget about his little lovely maid. He never felt this way towards any person.

He ran a hand on his wet hair as he thought about this crazy little night they shared. He felt relieved that despite the fact that they weren't comfortable for these past months, she still managed to break the ice.

He felt guilty, he was so occupied with his crowning matter that he didn't have the time to properly take care of Sugar just like how she does take care of him...

He gets out of his shower, apply his iconic cologne and wears only a boxer and sweatpants.

As he was about to go to sleep, he heard a small knock on his door. It was really faint but as he had supernatural ears, he heard it easily.

He went to open his door, the smell of his loved one getting inside of his nostrils.

He hurried to answer the door.
It was Sugar.

She had changed her clothes - a short, emerald green jumpsuit that bared one delicate shoulder. She looked cold. Her hair was still wet from the bath, and he could see the outline of her little stomach
through the silky material of her outfit. Her bare face was pale and beautiful, her skin freshly washed and glowing.

Was this girl- no, woman- trying to drive him crazy?

-What is it? He asks.

She suddenly comes back to her senses as she realised where she where.

She looked down and started to feel her cheeks burning her.

-Sugar? Jimin asks her, worried.

She was feeling lonely, she wanted to feel his comfort again. She wanted to stay with him a bit longer. She felt as if in the next morning, they would go back into being strangers, and she doesn't want that.

She wants to know how he feels about her...

Take chances..

She stepped closer, until he could feel her breath on his bare neck. He
felt her hand tug at his hand. He grabbed her wrist, intending to push her away.
But the touch of her skin lit a fire inside him, and he lost control.

-Jimin... Sugar started.

He dragged her through the door, and pinned her against the wall before taking her mouth in his. Jimin felt her lips yield almost immediately. She kissed
him back with an eagerness that took his breath away. Her tongue entered his mouth, exploring it in deep, firm strokes, sending all his blood rushing up to his head.