BTS ~ 𝘚𝘦𝘰𝘬 𝘚𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘯 || Seven Deadly Sins || Mafia AU

sixteen.

Minji's pov.

I pushed him away from him after I realized what was happening. He didn't look disheartened, though. He put his hands on my hips. "What are you doing?" I asked. "You're telling me you haven't been touch deprived since your last encounter?" He questioned, staring at me with raised eyebrows. I laughed at him. "I haven't had a 'last encounter', Jimin," I replied. He looked at me confused. "I've never," I said to him, with no shame whatsoever. I was proud that I hadn't let some bloody-handed boy touch me before, because they were the only ones I ever hung out with. "You've never what?" He asked. I rolled my eyes. "Don't play dumb and let me go. You're going to need to apologize for stealing my kiss virginity like this," I replied. I was shaking, but not from fear. I didn't know what was happening. I was just kissed. By my captor.

Why didn't I hate it?!

"You- your what?" He asked. I pushed his hands off me and stood up. "I was your first kiss? You're kidding me," He laughed. "No, I'm really not," I replied. "And I'm not jumping over the moon about it, either." Jimin stood up as well, and it was only then I realized how intimidating he really was standing next to me. I moved backwards instinctively, but he just stepped closer to me.

Tell him to stop. Say no!

I moved backwards again, but I didn't realize how close I was to the wall, and my back hit it with a small thump. Jimin closed the space between us, putting one of his hands beside my head and his other hand back on my waist. I didn't move it. I didn't want to.

Move!

He bent down, head leaning into my neck. "Come on," He purred. "You know you want me." I audibly scoffed at the man's words, but I said nothing. "Not denying it, hm? So you want me to do this?" He connected his lips to the soft skin of my neck. I sighed, the feeling completely foreign to me. I hated how easily I let myself turn to butter in his presence, but not even that made my push him away. In fact, instead of shoving him away from me, I entangled my fingers in his soft silver hair, pulling his head closer to my neck. My action obviously got a rise out of him, as he groaned into my neck and pulled away. There was something about the pure desire in his eyes as he glared into mine that threw me overboard. He noticed my dazed expression and smirked before moving towards the bed, pulling me with him.

He lay me down on the bed and straddled me. My breath hitched as he glared down at me. He looked angel-like. His hair, his eyes, his nose... his lips. He smiled, watching as my eyes travelled down his body. "I look better shirtless," He admitted, and I couldn't help but laugh. My hands were shaking, itching to touch him.

Why did I feel like this?

He unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned stomach. My eyes widened at the sight, even though I'd seen it before. I was frozen. He grabbed my right hand, placing it on his chest before letting go of the grasp he had around my wrist. I wanted to stop myself from letting my hand slide down his torso, but my brain and my body were working under two completely different settings at that moment in time. I may have let my hand slide down a little too far, however, because he let out a sharp exhale and threw his head back as my hand reached the fabric of his bottoms. He looked down at me as my hand lingered on the cashmere.

"I'd fuck you senseless right now if you'd let me."

The knock at the door startled both of us. "Hey, Minji, Is Jimin in there with you?" Namjoon's voice asked from the other side of the door. Jimin hurriedly got off me, fumbling to button up his shirt. "Pardon?" I asked, after hearing him perfectly well. Namjoon opened the door just as Jimin finished buttoning up the white shirt he was wearing. "Ah, yes, Jimin, there you are," Namjoon said suspiciously, but there was no signs of any misconduct. "Come with me, will you?" He asked, glaring at the younger man. "We must leave Minji to get some sleep. After all, she's had a rough night."

As the boss turned to walk out the door, Jimin and I shared a look. Jimin looked angry and... he had also misbuttoned his shirt. I had to hold in my laughter at the asymmetrical buttons until both men left and the door was firmly shut. I fell back onto my bed, wondering what the fuck just happened in those past few hours.