No Strings

Part 2

Chatter resumes in the car – it is easier, now that you and Jimin have talked. Once in the passenger seat, you unwrap your sandwich, suddenly famished. As you eat, you draw your feet onto the seat and earn a noise of protest from Seokjin.

"Hey," he complains. "Your feet are on my car."

"Like you never put your feet up in my car," you grumble but still, you lower them to the ground. "Double standards."

Jimin pokes his head between the two of you. "It's true. Last week you took off your shoes in my passenger seat, Seokjin. It was not a pretty sight."

"Wrong," Seokjin declares, steering expertly into the parking lot. "Everything about me is pretty, even my toes."

"Well, that's just not true."

Parking in his usual spot, Seokjin turns off his car and unbuckles his seat belt. "Are you coming inside, Y/N?" he asks, searching the side door for his sunglasses case.

Glancing at Jimin, you see he is currently texting. "Nah, I don't think so," you say, tearing your gaze away to smile at Seokjin. "I think I'll just head home." Sliding out of the car, your feet hit the pavement. "Bye, guys!"

Jimin's head snaps up. "So soon?" he asks. "We didn't even get to finish the Notebook."

The imaginary Notebook, which you two never started. "A tragedy," you say, rolling your eyes. "You'll live. I'll see the two of you later."

As you leave, you overhear Seokjin asking Jimin about someone named Victoria. Wincing, you hike your purse up on your shoulder. Of course, Jimin already has a backup. It is probably a good thing you are not going out with them tonight. You are still feeling weird about the whole matter and need time to figure things out without Jimin present. To hang out with Jimin and his new girl would be too much to consider.

You are so preoccupied with thoughts of this driving home, you almost run a red light – screeching to a stop, you blink while you wait for your scared breath to slow. Lowering your head to the steering wheel, you find it hard to think about anything else, because sex with Jimin was... good.

That is a lie.

Sex with Jimin was amazing, the best you have ever had. Which is confusing – typically, you do not even orgasm for guys you do not have feelings for. This, of course, begs the question of whether you have feelings for Jimin.

As soon as the light turns green and you begin to drive, this is all you can think about. The two of you do hang out a lot, you text all the time but to be perfectly honest, Jimin is not your type. He is a playboy, constantly going from one girl to the next; evidenced by tonight. You are more the flowers and candy kind of partner, the committment-loving girl next door. None of which you have seen a particular desire for in the past with Jimin.

No, Jimin is not your type. The two of you just have some sexual chemistry, that is all.

Once decided, you breathe a sigh of relief. Just because Jimin is good in bed does not mean you like him. It means you can continue being friends, can continue laughing about his most recent conquests and debating your own. You definitely should not be worried about falling for Park Jimin.

Pulling into your parking lot, you exhale because it was petrifying for a moment to think you might have feelings for him. Jimin is impenetrable. There is never anything serious with him, nothing beyond a casual fling. If you had a crush on Jimin, that would be suicide.

Entering your apartment, you find it empty - although that is to be expected, since Minsun texted you earlier saying she wanted to grab dinner with Seokjin. It is nice to have the place to yourself and you end up lounging the rest of the day, reading until the sun sinks below the horizon.