The Hunt

42

I swallowed around the lump in my throat. My mind was swimming with impure thoughts and not working properly. I was beginning to think Yoongi was correct and that changing the night before had a greater effect on me than anticipated.

"Yes," my reply sounded breathy and I cringed on the inside. Damnit, Y/n! Pull yourself together, woman!

He's just a hot, shirtless guy who happens to smell like a warm summer rain. It's not a big deal.

Sure, you may or may not be engaged to said super hot, perfectly toned, shirtless guy, but that shouldn't make a difference. You're just helping to locate a hunter, eat quiche, and make babies.

Wait! No! That's wrong!

"Y/n?" Jimin's breath was hot against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as I mentally cursed myself for being so weak. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," I squeaked out. "Are you okay? You're acting a little weird, Jimin?"

"What do you mean?"

"You pulled me into your bed, and now you're spooning me. Not that I really know you, but that seems a little out of character."

He let out a low chuckle. "If anything, I'm starting to feel more like myself again."

Am I breathing? Did I forget how to breathe?!

"What happened last night?" I exhaled a large breath, the struggle to breathe normally having become an issue. "Why did you knock out Jungkook?"

Jimin removed his arm from my waist to brush the hair away from my neck, and leaned his face closer to my neck.

"Don't you remember?"

The proximity of his lips to the nape of my neck made me lightheaded.

"The last thing I remember is chasing after the two of you," I managed to keep my voice steady, but my body had begun quiver uncontrollably. Sensory overload. This is not okay!

With a sigh, Jimin pulled the comforter over both of us. His arm slipped around my hips, and his hand snaked under my t-shirt only to be met by a camisole. "How many layers are you wearing?" He hissed in frustration.

I assumed it was a rhetorical question and remained silent.

"I'm not completely sure what happened last night. You were chasing Jungkook and me, and then you just stopped and stiffened up. Then you keeled over. You had changed back before you hit the ground. I've never seen anything like it." Jimin quietly recounted the events of the night before. "We both tried to help you, but then Jungkook started getting really aggressive and paranoid. He kept saying you were going to give us away and that the hunter would find us because of you. It was like he was on drugs and having a bad trip."

During his recollection, Jimin had been gradually lifting the t-shirt I was wearing up my torso. I hadn't been paying much attention as I was trying to focus on his words rather than the overwhelming urge I had to bite him on the neck. I sat up enough to take the shirt off completely, then snuggled back into the bed. Reaching behind me, I grabbed Jimin's arm and wrapped it around me, interlacing our fingers.

With a soft chuckle, Jimin continued his story. "He wouldn't calm down, and you were just lying there, vulnerable. I may have overreacted when I punched him. But he was talking crazy and I didn't want him to hurt you."

"So you tied him to a tree?"

"It seemed like a good idea at the time? I didn't know how long he'd be out or what state of mind he'd be in when he came to. So, yeah. I tied him to a tree."