No Strings

Part 2

"I'm just saying!" Seokjin chews noisily through his complaint. "Why is it called a Monte Cristo? Who decided that? For that matter, who decided to take a perfectly good sandwich and drop it in the deep fryer?"

Jimin shrugs, taking a bite of his normal turkey sandwich. "I don't know, man."

"Not that I'm complaining," Seokjin says, barreling on. "It's just strange. It seems like the sandwich should never have happened in the first place, you know?

"Kind of like this conversation," you say, pushing a fry around the edge of your plate.

"Damn, Y/N." Seokjin snorts. "Savage today."

"Today... every day." Jimin takes another bite. "What's the difference, really?"

You offer a smile, although it does not reach your eyes. Jimin sits across from you, Seokjin beside you; these are your normal spots for lunch but for some reason, it feels strange. It should not; you and Jimin are still just friends, the same as this morning.

Except, not really because now you have seen Jimin naked, have heard the moan he makes when he comes and things are very different than before. Every time he looks up, you think he is looking at you. He is not, of course he is not; Jimin remains remarkably calm seated across from you, whereas you are barely holding it together. It is hard not to wonder if Jimin thinks the same things that you do, if he replays the same actions, the same moments as you. Shaking your head, you stop yourself. Of course he is not – there is no way Jimin is thinking about your lips on his, his hands on your body, his thighs –

"Y/N." Seokjin waves a hand, looking pointedly at the waiter. "Did you want a box for that?"

You glance at the half-eaten sandwich before you. "Uh, yeah, that'd be great."

The waiter takes your food away, leaving the three of you to sit there in silence. Seokjin slurps happily on his soda – a combination of Fanta and Coke you have long since grown accustomed to. "So, what're we doing tonight?" he asks, setting his cup down. "What movie were you guys watching earlier?"

"Kingsman."

"The Notebook."

You and Jimin stare at each other.

"We watched both," you correct, cheeks hot. "First Kingsman, then the Notebook."

Jimin nods, gaze sliding to Seokjin. "If you're a bird, I'm a bird," he says.

Seokjin laughs. "Okay, so neither of those. What if we go out?"

"Maybe," you shrug. "I'm kind of tired and was thinking of staying in."

Jimin cocks his head to one side. "Really?" he asks, expression unreadable. "I think a bar sounds like fun."

"Then you go," you say, making a face. "I'm not your mom or your girlfriend, Park."

Jimin's gaze narrows and Seokjin leans both elbows to the table. "Oooooooh," he chuckles. "Y/N is savage today."

Jimin arches a brow. "Fine. I'll go." He looks over at Seokjin. "Does Minsun want to come, too?"

Minsun is your roommate, Seokjin's girlfriend. Seokjin shrugs, pulling out his phone. "Let me ask."

Leaning back in your seat, you cross both arms over your chest. Staring at Jimin while Seokjin types, Jimin smiles back in an insolent manner. He bends, taking a long sip of his milkshake as he sucks on the straw.

Your eyes narrow in response to this torture. "So, did Minsun respond?" you ask, tearing yourself away from Park Jimin's mouth.

"Yeah, she's in." Seokjin is still typing. "She doesn't want to drive, though."