You were cute when you were flustered.
That was the main thought running through Jimin's head when he woke up the next morning to find you blushing in the kitchen.
He didn't approach you, letting himself enjoy the sight of you as you quickly moved around, grabbing ingredients instead of waking him up. Of course, he was your ride and you would ultimately have to wake him, but you enjoyed the time you had to yourself while it lasted.
The previous day, you had been really sleepy when the, erm, session ended. Jimin had to carry you to your room and even tuck you in afterwards. He was fine with it, but you were another case.
Being used to physical contact, Jimin didn't think that the kiss changed anything between you two. You, however, were another story.
You couldn't even look him in the eye after that.
The girls Jimin had always fucked around with were pretty confident about what they wanted, and didn't hesitate to touch. You were completely different, and for him, it was refreshingly adorable. He loved seeing you shy.
He walked over, leaning against the doorway and crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at you.
"Are you ignoring me or did you honestly not see me walk in?" Jimin spoke, smirking.
You started, but didn't turn away from the toaster. Blushing harder than you thought was possible, you bit your lip, stepping aside.
He laughed silently to himself, finding the embarrassed side of you adorable. Jimin would play with you longer, but you both had classes in half an hour, and he didn't have much time.
He pushed himself off from the doorway, uncrossing his arms and walking over to you.
You drew yourself in, heart racing.
Jimin leaned down next to you, pressing his lips to your temple softly. "Morning." He muttered before walking off.
Your lips parted as you froze in surprise.
Did he just...?
Just below your ribcage, your heart punched at your chest and raced at a speed that was definitely above a hundred miles per hour. Hotwheels can't relate.
Your hand reached up, lightly touching the place where he had kissed you. "What..." You whispered lowly to yourself before sharply turning away. "Jimin!" You called out.
"Yeah?" He turned around, raising an eyebrow.
"Your, uh—" You licked your lips. "The toast is on the table..."
Jimin laughed at your expression. "The only breakfast I need is you."
You felt yourself growing red as he grinned cheekily.
The ride was silent.
Nervously licking your lips, you glanced over at Jimin periodically, a random thought gnawing at your mind. You were curious about it, but you didn't know how to ask him, so it was sort of problematic.
Jimin, on the other hand, was worry-free, even whistling under his breath as if he didn't notice your tenseness. You bore his obliviousness for another minute, but when the car stopped at the red light, you decided that you couldn't take it any longer.
"Jimin?" You ventured hesitantly.
"Hm?" He glanced over at you.
"Why did you..." You worried at your lower lip. "Why'd you kiss me?"