Heart Throb// Jikook Playboy-ish

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     I paced back and forth. He heard me, the whole time!!! I crashed onto my bed. I just needed to calm down. I shouldn't be embarrassed, people do this all the time.

   I did kinda... say his name over and over again. How embarrassing.  I heard a knock at the door.
I jumped up on edge and ran downstairs.
   "Yes?" I opened the door. Hobi smiled as he shook the boxes of chicken he had in his hand.
  "Chicken?! For me?!" I moved out of the way so he could pass.

   "No, for us." He sat the chicken on the table. My eyes widened. I can't hang out right now, I'm in a vulnerable state. 
   "Jimin." Hobi looked serious.
"Y-yes." I rushed toward him. He laughed.
"Calm down.... I'm just asking for plates." He held his hands up. I chuckled a little embarrassed as I quickly grabbed 2 plates from the cabinet.

    I leaned over Hobi looking at all the delicious chicken. I felt him stare.
    "W-what is it?" I asked. He quickly stood up.
I jumped back startled.
"What's the m-matter?!" I stumbled backwards. He made his way toward me. I continued walking backwards until I hit the sink.

   He leaned onto me. He looked really concerned as he stared into my eyes. My hands harshly clutched onto the sink as I anticipated his next move.
     "You're extremely red.. Jimin." He caressed my burning cheek. I stared unable to speak.

   He moved away from me looking bummed out.
"How could I let this happen?" He face palmed.
  "W-What is it Hobi?" I walked toward him.
"How could I let you get sick?" He embraced me.

My breathe hitched as I was once again caught off guard. He thinks I'm sick when in reality, I just pleasured myself and then got embarrassed.
    I loudly laughed patting his back.
"Are you ok?" He asked.
"I'm not sick Hobi, I just... I just watched a scary movie and now I'm all dysfunctional." I rushed back toward the chicken.

    "So you're not sick?" He smiled.
"Nope." I laughed eating some sweet and spicy chicken.

Jhope pov:

   My little jiminie . You can't lie too me. I smiled as he ate his chicken. I smelt it all over you! I noticed your wrinkled clothing and messy hair! You did the dirty!! I rubbed his soft messy hair as I watched him eat.
   "Was it good?" I asked leaning forward. I held in my laughter as he stiffened and tensed up.
    I placed my hand on his thigh. "Was it so good that you cried out?" I stared at him trying my best not to die of laughter.

   "What the hell are you talking about?!" He turned toward me. His face was ridiculously red and his lips quivered. He's so embarrassed.
    "Oh my poor Jiminie, I'm talking about the horror movie you watched." I reassured.  He's not good at lying. I smirked.

    He whimpered a little standing up. "I'm too tired to talk about the movie right now, I'll see you later I need some sleep." He waved and walked upstairs.

   "I'm staying over tonight." I called out.
"Yeah.... ok!" He yelled back. I finally released my built up laughter. He's so cute, maybe I was a little too harsh.