The Hunt

69

I quickly bid everyone a goodnight before making my way downstairs.

I was looking forward to sleep, not so much Jimin.

The look of frustration on his face when he left the living room had me worried. While I'd only known him for a week, I was aware that he did not handle his anger well and I wasn't entirely sure what I would be met with when I walked into his bedroom.

What will it be this time? Will he punch a wall?

I hesitated outside the door, listening for a hint of the situation I was about to enter into. It just sounded like rustling fabric.

He's changing his clothes. Is he going to try to make a move again? Or is he going to go rouge and just cry?

Ugh, I hate emotions.

I took a deep breath and let it out then turned the door knob, slowly pushing the door open.

My eyes danced around the dimly lit room, but Jimin was nowhere to be seen.

As soon as I shut the door behind me, I heard the door to the bathroom open and Jimin emerged. He had already changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt and I could faintly smell his minty toothpaste. He looked exhausted.

Apparently, I took longer to say goodnight to everyone than I thought. Or maybe it was the long pause in the hallway. Probably both.

"Hey," he gave me a lazy smile as he walked over to the bed. "I was starting to think you weren't coming."

I walked over to the far side of the bed where I had placed my bags. "I had to say goodnight to everyone." Opening my duffel, I quickly located a small toiletries bag and a long t-shirt to sleep in. I moved my duffel and backpack closer to the wall to give myself a clear path, and made my way into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face before changing into my pajamas. The t-shirt was slightly shorter than I remembered and no amount of tugging at the hem would make it cover more of my butt.

He's already seen me naked. We slept in the same bed last night and I didn't wear pants. It's fine. Get back out there!

Psyching myself up, I grabbed my folded clothes, clutched them to my chest, and opened the bathroom door. Quickly turning off the bathroom light, I tried to walk as naturally as possible to my bags, and dropped my clothes on top of them. I couldn't muster up the confidence to bend over or squat down enough to put the clothes in the bag.

I slipped in between the sheets as swiftly and gracefully as possible.

Jimin let out a soft chuckle causing me to look at him. It was obvious I had been less than subtle with my movements. "You're cute when you're shy."

"This shirt is shorter than I remembered it being," I muttered and felt my cheeks heat up.

"I don't mind," his words came out as a low growl.

I turned over onto my side to face Jimin. "I'm sure you don't, pervert."

One eyebrow shot up. "So you can blatantly check me out, but when I respectfully admire your form, I'm somehow a pervert?" He settled his hand on my lower back and pulled me to him. Entangling his legs with mine, Jimin's hand slipped down just enough to slid under the hem of my shirt before returning to the small of my back. A pleasurable tingling sensation radiated from where his hand rested on my bare skin.

"I never said it was a bad thing," I whispered then leaned in, pressing my lips to his. I could feel him smile just before he deepened the kiss.

Weaving my fingers through his hair in an effort to bring our bodies even closer, I gave his locks a tug. Jimin leaned back, breaking the kiss to turn enough to shut off the lamp that was lighting the room.

Before my eyes had a chance to adjust to the darkness, Jimin's plump lips found their way back to mine. I couldn't help but let out a contented sigh as his teeth gently raked over my bottom lip.

His hand snaked under my shirt once more. Fingers lightly traced over my skin, progressing up my back at an agonizingly slow pace, removing my shirt in the process.