No Strings

Part 2

Once you realize it is dark outside, you light candles, order Chinese food and call it a romantic night in. You clean your apartment as well, turning on music and dusting around the rooms. You even do laundry, sinking into your bed once folded to pour a glass of wine and turn on the TV.

You are midway through an episode of Friends when your phone vibrates. A glance sideways shows it is Jimin, his icon filling your screen. It is the words of his text, though which make you sit up on in bed. Heart pounding, you grab for your phone.

Jimin: You never answered my question. [12:31 AM]

He cannot mean... slowly, you type back.

Y/N: What question? [12:33 AM]

There is a pause in conversation where you look at the clock and realize it is half past midnight. Jimin has been out for a while – he might be drunk. Except that Jimin is driving. He cannot be drunk.

Your phone buzzes again.

Jimin: I asked if you wanted more. [12:36 AM]

You stare down at his words, about to type back no. You are about to tell Jimin he needs to stop messing around, but... then you pause. It has been a really long time since a guy made you come like that. You already know you do not like Jimin in that way, already know there is no chance of falling in love with him. Really, there is no harm in this arrangement.

Even slower than before, you type out your response.

Y/N: What... would you teach me? [12:40 AM]

Enough time passes that you start to regret your question. Closing your eyes, you suddenly wish you had said nothing at all, or turned it into a laugh. He might have been kidding. Maybe you just responded seriously to his joke and Jimin is passing around his phone, laughing with friends over your clear desperation.

As soon as this enters your mind, you shake it aside. Jimin would not do that; Park Jimin may be many things, but he is not mean. Your phone vibrates.

Jimin: Whatever you want. [12:42 AM]

Your pulse races at those three words. Fuck. Jimin is good at this.

Y/N: Would you teach me how to do that? [12:43 AM]

Y/N: How to turn someone on ... through text? [12:43 AM]

Jimin: Mmm. [12:44 AM]

Jimin does not say anything for a while, leaving you staring at a now-empty screen. Clicking your TV on and off, you wait for a response.

Jimin: Where are you? [12:47 AM]

Y/N: In my bed. [12:48 AM]

Jimin: What are you wearing? [12:48 AM]

Y/N: A t-shirt. [12:49 AM]

Jimin: And? [12:49 AM]

Y/N: Underwear. [12:50 AM]

Jimin: Fuck. [12:50 AM]

Beneath your comforter, your legs press tightly together.

Y/N: Where are you? [12:52 AM]

Instead of responding via text, Jimin sends you a picture. When it finally downloads, you almost drop your phone because it is Jimin. Lying across his bed – you recognize his sheets, blue and grey stripes. He is not wearing a shirt though and his bare torso is visible, sheets mussed around him. His boxers are dangerously low on his frame, displaying just the shadow of his v.