latte || pjm ✔️

7

jimin and minah were at her place, helping each other pack her things. well, more like jimin laid down on her bed while minah did all the work. he found her bed soft and warm, making the bond between him and the bed unbreakable. he even almost drifted away a couple of times

"aish jimin, will you help me or not?" minah shakes the lad's leg, in attempt to wake him up

"minah let me slEeeP" he shifts into another position, further away from minah's grip

"atleast help me fold my clothes" he looks at the clothes she was referring too, it wasn't a lot so jimin just agreed to it

"fine." he sits up and wraps her duvet over his body to make him feel extra comfy

he picks up a shirt, and evaluates the design. he felt confuse on why the design was so loud. he shrugs it off and folds it neatly next to him

he picks up another, folding it again then placing it next to him. the cycle continues, repeating it over and over, until he found a familiar shirt

he recognizes the oversized shirt, it was the shirt she wore when they first met. he giggles to himself when he remembers how nervous he was when he first saw her. how he had debates if he should continue his gay life. but clearly, that didn't happen

he recalls the night when he and minah took down shots. how one bottle was enough to make him drunk. but of course, his minds returns to the time he first said 'i love you' wasn't the best way to confess but, at least it was smooth

he rubs the shirt in between his thumbs, holding it as if it was as precious as minah to him. he scans the room to see if minah was there, then secretly sniffs her shirt, inhaling her sweet scent.

jimin weirdly enough got addicted, he felt like he was in a garden of roses. how her smell felt so natural. he felt, at peace

he stops as soon as he realizes that minah entered the room. they both freeze, jimin still holding the shirt to his nose, while minah stood in her doorway

"i will pretend i didn't see that" she said while walking to her bathroom. jimin embarrassingly puts down her shirt, folds it and does the rest

as he was about to finish the last shirt, minah dumps her under garments in front of him

"dont tell me i have to do these too" he sulks at minah, feeling like her maid now

"your hard work is well appreciated in this household" she smiles as she ruffles his hair, she walks back to her restroom with a pouch in hand

jimin contained his mad baby face, while aggressively folding all her clothing.

how is she even comfortable with me doing this?

he picks up one of her underwear, confused by the weird texture.

"this feels so itchy" he rubs the cloth against his arm "who would want to wear this?"

he properly spreads the underwear and realizes.

its a laced underwear

yes, the type of underwear that girls wear to arouse their men. jimin panicked as he was confused on what to do with it. he didn't want to lose his virginity like that, or atleast during this age!