cigarette ;; DISCONTINUED

seventeen

17: Cat and mouse

Chaeyoung pov
"You could've kept it. I really don't mind", Jimin said, looking down at his jacket.

Earlier that night I had decided that I should give it back to him.

"Nah, I would've felt bad", I replied and chuckled nervously. I tucked a strand of hair behind my hair and watched Jimin open the door of their VIP room.

Once again he was looking dangerously hot. He was wearing a dark blue satin shirt, which had the top three buttons unbuttoned.

The silver necklace he was wearing was the perfect accessory, letting enough space to let him show off his collarbones.

I followed him into the room and my jaw dropped to the floor when I saw Jisoo and Yoongi.

"Uhh, are we disturbing you guys?", Jimin asked as he placed his jacket on the couch across from them.

Yoongi, whose head was resting in Jisoo's lap, hid his face behind his hands and laughed uncomfortably.

"Actually, no", Jisoo responded with an angelic smile on her face.

With a raised eyebrow I looked at her and tapped on Jimin's shoulder.

"Y'know what? I suddenly have the urge to dance. Wanna join me?"

I turned around, not without noticing Jisoo winking at me thankfully and left the room. Jimin was right behind me, I could tell.

His footsteps followed mine, outside the room.

He closed the door and ran after me to catch up as I was already halfway down the stairs.

Throwing my long hair over my shoulders, I dived right into the dancing crowd.

I moved my body to the beat of the music, closing my eyes.

I didn't know why but I was frustrated. I was bored and I felt the need for adventure.

My routine was the same every day and it slowly made me go mad. I wanted to have a comeback, I wanted to stand on stage and meet our fans.

But as always, we just couldn't.

The song switched from a bass boosted one to a more sexual one.

I moved to the sound of the music and soon enough I felt a hand on my waist.

"Do you know how many men are drooling over you?"

Jimin's voice was right next to my ear, making me smirk.

Of course, I knew that I would attract the attention of a lot of men. There had been countless times where I had received an Inkigayo sandwich with the phone number of a boyband member in it.

I ignored Jimin's words and just continued to dance. My hips rolled back and I could feel his body against mine.

His hand grabbed my waist even harder, pulling me back a bit until my back was completely leaning against his chest. But that didn't stop me from dancing.

If it had been just the two of us alone I knew that I would have reacted differently but there were people dancing and grinding against each other so my self-confidence was at its highest.

The shy Chaeyoung was nowhere to be found.

"Do you like feeling the stares of men on your body even though you don't know them?"

Jimin's voice was a groan but once again I didn't answer.

"Because I certainly don't."

With those words, he grabbed me by my waist and turned me around so I was facing him.

My motions slowly came to a stop as I felt his gaze on me.

Both of us were now standing in the middle of a dancing crowd, staring into each other's eyes.

I noticed how he had unbuttoned his shirt even further. If he would open just another button you could see his whole chest, I thought.

The people around us were still dancing and screaming the lyrics to the song, making it hard not to just join them.

I took one of Jimin's hands, that was still resting on my waist, and intertwined our fingers.

Then, without saying anything or giving each other a sign, we started to move along to the beat of the music.

Whoever the DJ was, knew how to get people in their feels.

The upbeat song was slowed down, bringing sexual tension over the crowd.

Our skin brushed against each other, making me feel the heat he radiated.

I felt like I was in the desert, craving for water. I could have stopped everything I was doing and get something to drink but I stayed. I stayed because the heat against my skin and his eyes scanning my body was too addicting.

He leaned in closer, his eyes leaving mine and instead they were glued on my lips.

We ground against each other and soon enough I started to ignore all the people around us.

It felt like it was only us, in a dark room, moving to music.

My confidence skyrocketed as I bit on my lower lip, earning a "Fuck" from Jimin.

He was the biggest tease I've ever met. I couldn't keep count of how many times I thought he would finally press his lips onto mine, only for him to pull away, smirking cheekily.

But everything he could do I could do better.

Once again the song changed and I watched Jimin inch closer.

His lips were almost touching mine and I knew exactly what he was about to do next. At least I thought so.

"Can I kiss you?"

This question took me off guard but it also didn't take long for me to get back to my senses.

I put my hand on his neck and leaned back a bit, pulling him with me. His arms wrapped around my waist entirely.

I put his head next mine so that my mouth was right next to his ear.

"No."

I winked at him with a smirk and turned around so that my back was facing him once again.

My hands went through my hair, playing with it and my eyes landed on the bar. I saw Lisa taking a shot, then someone in front of me raised their hand, pointing at the ceiling.

I tilted my head a bit and when I looked into her direction for a second time, Lisa was already gone.

"You're such a tease", Jimin's voice was right behind me and from the tone, I could tell that he was grinning.

"And so are you."

Our little cat and mouse game was fun but I didn't know how long I could keep playing for. I knew myself well enough to foresee that I would be catching feelings for him sooner or later if things continued like this.

And from past experiences, I knew that I would most likely be the only one catching feelings.

I felt Jimin's hands on to my hips and his crotch against my ass. My hands went up into the air, finding their way into his hair and on his neck.

We moved and ground against each other as if there was no tomorrow.

Once again, everyone else in this room was forgotten and it felt like our skin touching, his warm breathing in my neck and our hands on each other's bodies were the only things that mattered in that very moment.