𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒

XXIV

Jimin paused at the doorway to the bedroom, Rosé looking up at him from underneath thick lashes, leaning against the door, her expression perfectly neutral-

-almost expectant.

He swallowed hard. Is it even proper for me to ask-

-does she want me to-

Her behavior in the limousine had confused him once more. Rather than the effusive, almost tender manner in which she'd addressed him the previous night-oh god, last night-she hadn't spoken a word to him. Hadn't so much as looked at him, her posture in the backseat perfectly straight, hands folded in her lap as usual, her skirt flowing smoothly over her thighs-don't think about her thighs-her neck tense as she gazed out her window. Watching the city pass before her eyes. Observing.

Ignoring his presence.

As he so deserved, after all...

Looking down at her then, feeling temptation saturate his every fiber as she shifted slightly against the door, he could have sworn he saw a small, almost-flirtatious?-smile flit across her features as she asked, her voice soft, trailing down the back of his neck most distractingly:

"Please-Jimin-one more night-would you stay with me?"

Her hands moving to clasp in front of her, squeezing tightly.

One more night-

-that's all I need-

I will do it tonight, by all the Gods-

Tonight.

She cocked her head to the side, noticing the way his eyes dipped to her neck momentarily as he visibly shuddered, shoving his hands in his pockets, hoping to steady himself.

"Ah-of course, Miss Park..."

He felt her shift beside him in the bed. A tiny groan issuing from her lips as she rolled from her side onto her back, the coverlet and sheets slipping down to reveal her chest as he dared not to look out of the corner of his eyes-

As if he hadn't been having a devil of a time trying to fall asleep next to this impossible woman-

"Jimin..." he felt her whisper shakily. Thickly. Needily. Her lips suddenly by his neck. The hairs on the back of his neck standing at attention. His entire body practically screaming at the sound of her voice, his skin responding to that soft breath of hers as it woke every cell in his body, him uttering a slight groan in response before he could stop himself.

Then-

Her delicate, elegant hand. Suddenly on his chest. Playing idly with one of the buttons of his shirt as she scooted closer to him in the bed. The plushness of her body-so damned close to his-

Then she was sitting up, her hair tumbling around her shoulders, eyes sleepily seductive as she moved her fingers to his belt buckle.

"May I...?" she murmured quietly. As she had the night of the dinner with Mino, her fingers scrabbling at his tie. Everything flooding back.

As a sliver of moonlight crossed her face, Jimin could see her cheeks were flushed. The incredible lines and planes of her neck and collarbones coming into sharp relief.

"Rosé..." He gulped hard, disbelief and arousal soaking through his mind in opposition. His hands by his sides shaking as he fought to keep them still. From moving to her hips. Her thighs. To run his hands along her soft flesh. To make it his. Run his nails over the surface of her skin-to leave a trail of goosebumps the likes of which currently electrified every square inch of him-