Not What it Seems | BTS x Reader | Reverse Harem

Chapter 31 - Playing with Fire🔥

Before we were rudely interrupted by a camera crew.

"Like what you see?" He smirked. Satisfied.

I couldn't answer because my eyes were drawn to a dark patch of ink on the bottom right of his torso.

"You have a tattoo?" I was surprised more than anything, as I always wondered if Bang PD would ever allow the boys to get body art.

"Do you like it?" Approaching me, he gently grabbed my fingers and placed it on the pattern. Touching his skin was electrifying, it felt taboo. Forbidden even.

I hadn't seen it before, and feeling it now, I could tell it was relatively new.

He must have gotten it in his spare time.

That thought stuck with me, as although I was their assistant, and have spent almost all of my time with them, there was still a lot about them that I didn't know.

"I was going to get a bigger one," he dragged my limp ragdoll of an arm across his rugged torso up to his shoulder. Tracing an almost S shaped pattern across his body. "Like this.. But PD nim wouldn't allow it."

I thought so. My brain said in the middle of this seizure inducing experience. But no words materialised. I could only hear the drumming of my heart in my ears.

Realising the tension filling the air, he continued. "What do you think about another one along here?"

He dragged my dainty fingers down his side, along his pectorals. It was like playing the xylophone on his muscles. Letting go of his hand, I placed my palm on his hip, right at the top of his belt, hidden under his shirt.

Jimin's eyes looked into mine, demanding answers like they always did.

"Sunbae-" I gasped, the pure sight of him never fails to make me lose my breath. "Wh-why do you always do this to me?"

His unwavering intensity bore into me and without breaking his gaze, he softly let out a sigh. Those deep brown  pupils of his grew as I drowned in the mysteries of his soul. He looked me up and down, smiling a pitiful sombre smile. His eyebrows high on his forehead, conveying the bittersweet feeling that he had.

"Because you're always lying to yourself."

My thoughts started going a million miles an hour as we stood there looking into each other, unmoving, for what felt like an eternity. I wanted to yell at him and scream. How dare he say I'm lying to myself? But on the other hand, my conflicted mind was asking.. Is he right?

We didn't have too much time to ourselves though, as a foreboding figure approached us from the corner of my eyes.

"What's going on?" Jungkook questioned unannounced. He was standing in the doorway of the cloak room.

Abruptly, Jimin took a giant step back and removed my hand. Almost swatting it away.

"Nothing." He insisted, clearly uncomfortable.

"Hanna spilled wine on my shirt." he continued, attempting to dissuade the suspicious maknae. "So I went to take it off."

"In here...?" Jungkook was clearly not buying his story, but he was more interested in our interrupted moment of tension.

"Why? Do you have a problem with that?" Not happy with where the conversation was going, Jimin hastily pulled his blazer over his wet unbuttoned shirt and stormed off. "I'm going home."

There was something about Jimin's demeanour. Something that made me feel like Jungkook had walked in on a crime being committed. Like he was caught red handed, but I had no idea what it was. All I knew was Jimin was definitely hiding something from me.