It Was You 💝🎭🔞🍌

Part 18 - Second Date

Yn ran into the carpark late as usual and went straight to the motorbike shed. Only a few bikes remained and she saw Jimin's standing amongst them, without it's rider. She sighed in relief, he was late too. Before he arrived, she took the opportunity to lean against his bike and take lots of deep breaths, to capture some much needed oxygen. Just as her breathing had begun to return to normal, she felt a pair of soft hands cover her eyes. 

"Really Jimin? What are we 13?" Yn giggled. She felt herself being pulled close to a firm body, and smelt the scent of expensive leather and aftershave. Whilst it was a nice scent, something was not right, he smelt so different. As a hand snaked around her to pull her closer, she suddenly stiffened and tried to pull the hands off her muttering "Hey stop...who is this?!" She heard a low chuckle close to her ear, as strong arms pulled her forcefully even further against him. Yn struggled, clearly stating in a firm tone "Stop! Let me go...right now!" and suddenly the person behind was roughly pulled back from her and she spun around in confusion.

Jimin had Tom, a guy Yn vaguely remembered from her Cookery Class, by his collar, and pushed against the brick wall behind the bike shed. Jimin was silent, but his face was set in fury and the warning glare that radiated from his eyes stopped Tom in his tracks. Tom grinned sheepishly and put his hands up in mock surrender. 

"C'mon Jimin, cool it, just having a bit of fun man" Tom spluttered, laughing.

Jimin closed his eyes, counted to 10 and then spoke in a soft warning voice. "If I EVER see you manhandle another woman again I will personally drag you to Yoongi's office. Clear?"

Tom blinked shocked and nodded quickly. As Jimin let him go and stepped aside watching Tom with disgust, he said coolly "Apologise to Yn before you take your sorry self out of here."

Tom looked at a shocked Yn and muttered his apologies, before taking his bike and driving away as fast as possible. 

Yn cleared her throat "Jimin....thank you....for erm your help....but I could have handled him...don't you think you were a little harsh?"

Jimin watched her and asked "Did you give him permission to hold you close before he decided to put his hands all over you?"

Yn replied "No, but -"

"Then I was not too harsh. One day he grabs you in public. Next time it might be when you're alone. Don't give him the wrong impression. Respect yourself." Jimin warned.

Yn frowned "Are you saying I somehow led him on?! I thought it was you at first, but then realised it was not because he did not smell like you...I tried to push him off straightaway!"

Jimin raised an eyebrow, the playful sparkle returning to his eyes. "She knows my scent already....interesting....and she wouldn't mind me hugging her it seems...also interesting." He grinned flirtatiously.

Yn stuttered something incomprehensible, blushing deeply, as Jimin threw his head back and laughed triumphantly. He passed her the passenger helmet, pushed on his own and slid onto the bike, as Yn literally stood stock still and admired the way his tight jeans clung to his body perfectly. The strength of his thighs was obvious and she felt her breath catch as desire jolted through her. 

As Jimin started the bike, Yn quickly put on her helmet, jumped on and wrapped her arms around his waist. As he roared off at top speed, she forgot etiquette and clung onto him tightly for dear life.

They pulled up to a busy city road, bustling with Friday revellers, weaving between each other on the crowded pavements and slipping in and out of the bars and restaurants, lining both sides of the street. A complex fragrance of various types of delicious foods perfumed the air and the happy sounds of chatter, occasional shrieks and strums of live music competed for their attention.