힌트 • The first hint

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I felt the nervousness growing inside me. Normally, I felt like I had the upper hand in situations like this. I practiced it so often with the queen that I knew I was prepared for this question.

But now, this guy had thrown me off my game.

"What do you think?" I smiled nervously, trying to change the direction of the conversation.

"What I think?" Jimin raised his eyebrows and smiled. He slowly stood up from his place, his gaze never left mine. I expected him to walk out the door, but instead he moved toward me, each step bringing a new set of nerves and anticipation.

"What are you doing?" I stumbled over the words, my voice coming out way too weak.

I wanted to look away, wanted to turn around. I wanted to stand up and leave this room, but something kept me in place. My feet were rooted to the floor. "What are you doing?" I repeated when he sat down inches away from me, close enough that the scent of his cologne teased me.

Dangerously close. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off of him.

I hesitated for a second, debating whether or not I should stand up. It just felt so wrong to be so close to him without anyone else being in this room.

Up close, he was much taller than me, forcing me to tilt my head up to meet his gaze. An energy of power and confidence radiated off him, just like his royal brothers.

He reached out, his finger grazing the rich material of my dress right above my already visible bump. The touch of his hand against me sent a shiver through me.

I opened my mouth to say something, to push him away but no words came out.

"What's going on here?" Taehyung's deep voice sliced through the room like a knife. He stood there at the door, boxy bangs framing his high cheekbones.

The voice broke me out of my trance. I whirled around, staring at the door. Taehyung stared at the view in front of him through narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw. Me and Jimin sitting way too close, his hand above my bump and I knew that he completely misunderstood the situation. I said a silent prayer, knowing that this wasn't going to end well.

His eyes wandering from me to his brother, who was equally surprised to see him.

"Oh Taehyung," Jimin turned his body away from me, towards his brother. "I was just asking y/n about how far along she already is in her pregnancy. I wanted to take a closer look of her bump, since it appeared really grown to me."

Taehyung's jaw hardened and he stared intently at Jimin, processing his words. He moved over to me, the wooden floor cracking under his boots. His arm snaked around my waist as he sat down next to me.

"I would prefer it if you would put some distance with my wife, don't you see it? You're making her feel uncomfortable." Taehyung said strongly, tightening his grip on me. His hold was reassuring, and exactly what I needed.

"Was I making you uncomfortable?" Jimin looked at me surprised. "Please excuse me," he said, finally putting more distance between us.

Regret flickered on his face, and for a moment I truly felt sorry for him. "Are you scared of me?" he asked quietly.

Was I? I regarded Jimin. His aura screamed power and confidence, but I know that on the inside he's very vulnerable and caring. He would never hurt anyone.

"No," I said with conviction.

"I'm just very excited for my first nephew or niece, I'm very sorry if I crossed a line." Jimin said once more, looking as if he were really sorry.

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