Magnetism

Chapter 3 - The Almost Kiss

As Jimin and I entered the minivan, I felt a sense of unease. He was acting warmer towards me and I didn't know why. It was probably for that reason that when I saw Jimin head straight to the back of the empty minivan, I sat at the front.

But he didn't like that.

"Get back here", he growled.

I whipped my head around angrily. "You don't own me."

He muttered something incoherent in reply. I rolled my eyes.

Then he changed his tone, and his voice became lighter and more playful.

"Why won't you sit next to Jiminie?" he moaned. And before I knew it, he had made his way to the front and comically lifted me by my waist, dragging me to the back by my hips. I couldn't help but laugh as I was pulled into the seat beside him, hidden from view of the driver. My breath caught suddenly when I realised how close we were upon collapsing into the seats. His arm was around me. I could feel warmth emanating from his body. His playful smile faded when he turned his chin and was hit with our proximity. His eyes centred on my lips. The darkness of the city night enveloped us in a moment of carnal intimacy, and my face drew closer to his. Our lips were a mere heartbeat away, I could feel his breath caress my face and rush down my neck. For a brief second, our lips brushed together before a blaring horn sounded from the front of the minivan. We pulled away in surprise. The driver erupted into a series of curses through his open window, followed by more pounding on his horn.

I exhaled the breath I had been holding and looked at Jimin sheepishly. He gave me a regretful smile and turned his head to the window.

Yet again, life had interrupted the rare exposure of Jimin's tenderness towards me. And yet again, his harsh exterior had returned.

I spent the rest of our short journey tucked into his arm, which surprisingly he did not remove. We remained silent until arriving at the hotel.

With bated breath I looked up at the beautifully-lit grandeur of the enormous establishment. Manicured hedges lined shimmering fountains, and a valet dashed to us immediately, offering his gloved hand as I stepped out of the minivan.

Inside the foyer, I looked at the number on my key card. Room 442. Glancing at the one in Jimin's hand as he gave his thanks to the lobby attendant, I concealed my humiliating pleasure when I saw the number 445. Shaking the beginnings of scandalous thoughts from my head, we went up to our rooms.

My eyes widened when I entered room 442. Everything screamed expensive, and my plush bed gave me longings I could not deny. I flopped down on it and let out a sigh of relief that the day was over.

Until I heard a knock at my door.

Dragging my feet, I swung open the door in unapologetic fatigue and gave Jimin a weary look.

"Good evening." He purred.

I quickly averted my eyes from the temptations offered by his loosened top buttons and met his eyes with the same dry grin that he wore.

"Do you really want to celebrate? Is sleep not a party?"

He smirked. "Don't worry. I was just thinking of ordering some champagne. That should send you to sleep quicker anyway."

"Oh that's nice. And where do you plan on doing this?" I demanded lazily.

He stepped over the threshold and into the room. "Here."

In that one step he eliminated any personal space I held. I let the door swing shut behind him and receded in irritation.

"Make yourself at home."

My sarcasm was not met by the reaction I expected.

I suddenly found myself pressed against the wall, hands above my head with Jimin pressed against my body. His lips whispered into my ear, "if you continue to behave badly, I won't play nice."

My eyes widened. I saw the soft skin of his neck, and suppressed how much I wanted to trail my kisses over it. His cologne was yet again driving me crazy, and I began to feel heat rising within me. He ran his hands down my arms and grabbed my hips, pulling them into him.

"So be a good girl for me."

My skin prickled as his lips grazed my neck.

"I don't have to be anything for you", I trembled.

"Then in that case", he breathed, "I won't continue the kiss that escaped me earlier."

And with that, he let me go.

I leant against the wall, aroused and frustrated. If he thought I was going to play his game, he was wrong.

Calmly, as if nothing had happened, he walked over to the bedside table. He looked at me as he picked up the hotel phone. "Champagne?"

I drew in a shaky breath and nodded. Why not, I wasn't exactly in the mood to sleep now.

I sat on the bed and outright stared at him. I was too tired to hide it anymore, I was attracted to him. Fighting between my desires for him and my hatred for his behaviour, I imagined what it would be like to kiss those soft lips.

He put the hotel phone down and met my gaze with a sigh.

"Champagne is on its way" he mumbled, running a tired hand through his hair. Only now was he showing any exhaustion from the day.

"Thank you", I muttered, flopping backwards on the bed.

Silence enveloped us.

"Fuck it", Jimin breathed as he suddenly rolled on top of me, pinning my arms above my head. His lips crashed onto mine. My body erupted in sensations and I breathed in his sensual aroma. His firm body engulfed me in pleasure. He kissed me thirstily. I clutched the sheets as his tongue slipped between my gasping lips. Tasting him made my heart beat pound in my chest, and I let his soft lips melt into mine.

One hand left my wrists to roam over my body, brushing over my chest to my waist where he pressed me deeper into the bed. He kissed me passionately, his chest rising and falling as his breathing fastened. I whimpered as his lips moved from my mouth to my neck. His passionate kisses left me tingling all over, and I arched my neck back and moaned louder. He smirked and licked me from my jaw down to my neck; my skin prickled. Then his lips found mine again and he kissed me softly, slowly. His hand stroked my hair as he made love to my lips.

Two knocks at the door.

I flinched as Jimin pulled away sharply. I was addicted to his kiss now, I needed it. My chest heaved as I felt an angry desperation for him. I was ready to fight whoever interrupted us.

Jimin went to open the door, and came back with a trolley. On it was a glistening bucket of ice with an enormous champagne bottle resting inside. I sighed in relief and feel back onto the bed.

Jimin looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Prepare yourself. I'm going to kiss you again."