𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙂𝙪𝙮 | PJM ff

𝘼𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙢

I kept on whipping around, nervously playing with my fingers. Even if it was just a small noise made by the buzzing fly, I turned my head, simply making sure that no one was incoming.

I could feel my damp long hair dripping water as drops of them slid down my neckline, sending shivers down my spine.

What's taking him so long!

This was our first attempt on carrying out such a dangerous act.

He might lose his job and I might, once again, possibly get expelled.

My small fists impatiently landed on his wooden door and knocked for the thousandth time.

"Come on, can you open the fucking door!" I whisper-yelled with a hand cupping one side of my cheeks.

Finally.

I heard thumping footsteps coming towards the door.

The door was swung wide open a second later revealing not only Jimin, but his perfectly-toned-six-pack.

I could feel my jaw dropped, I might be drooling but gosh what else can I do?

He was half naked. Luckily and probably, it was his common sense that told him to slide into a pair of grey nike sweatpants before opening the door. It's Jimin, he could have done anything, I doubted if you told me he had never thought of just meeting me in his underwear.

I could still see the edge of his Calvin Klein underwear from under his waistline. And there, his sweatpants hung dangerously low.

When I was checking him out, he was putting a shirt on. It was a simple plain white shirt, which was absolutely thin in material.

What is he even trying to do tonight? Seducing me?

After his blonde hair then his big head popped out of his shirt, his cute eye smile greeted me alongside with a chuckle.

"Hi baby."

I blinked feeling dizzy and attacked by his charm.

"Are you not gonna come in?" He held the door even wider. "Come on, I don't bite," he smirked, "at least not tonight."

My cheeks were flushing but I could do nothing about it.

Before I came back to my senses, he grabbed my wrist and firmly pulled me into his room.

Tak!

Door locked instantly.

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"You look red as hell," he teased and slid his hands into the pockets of his pants.

My brows were raised high up my forehead. "Uh-"

I was lost of words.

Fuck stop embarrassing yourself.

"Hi. Uh..."

"What's wrong with you tonight?" He laughed.

"No Jimin." I shook my head and took a step forward. I whispered, "We're just 'hanging out in your room' tonight, right?"

Jimin frowned and leaned forward. He murmured, "from our texts earlier, yes, and mind I remind you, there's no one here baby."

My lips twitched and my cheeks blushed in embarrassment.

"What were you thinkin-" He stopped midway through his sentence. He held an astonished look as he covered his mouth. "Seohyun... Babe did you think we're gonna-"

"Shut up! I'm fucking awkward already," I complained and tiptoed to cover his mouth as if it could really stop him from speaking.

Jimin removed my hand only to throw his head back and laugh even harder. I could understand, imagine seeing a shortie with flushed cheeks standing at your doorway feeling all shy because she thought of doing something dirty that night. It's me right now.