No Strings

Part 9

You swallow, saying nothing – and then nod.

Jimin does not wait, hand closing around your wrist and bringing you out on the dance floor. "I'll take that," he says, holding out a hand for your drink.

Shaking your head, you tip back the rest of your drink. "No need," you grin, wiping your mouth with one hand. "Let's dance."

Jimin's eyes widen, letting you pull him on. Out on the floor, he turns you against him, dragging his hand up the side of your body. Moving his hips against yours, Jimin feels his heart start to pound. He has done this many times before, knows exactly what to do in order to get you to home with him, but something about this feels different. Normally, there is not this strange sense of confusion, this mix of excitement and nervousness. The press of your body to his feels new and Jimin finds he cannot think straight.

Normally, this would be when he starts to whisper, telling you exactly what he wants to do to you tonight and exactly why you should listen. Tonight though, Jimin cannot think of anything to say. When you press yourself closer, he nearly groans in response. Jimin hopes you cannot feel him hardening through the material of his jeans, because it is fucking embarrassing how badly he wants you. Your touch undoes him and briefly, Jimin wonders if you would be the one in control tonight.

Without prompting, you turn around in his arms. Jimin stares, slowly lowering his forehead to yours. His hands slide down your back and there is no space in between you, but Jimin does not want there to be. He loses himself to the edge, relinquishing control – and then his gaze lifts, meeting someone just over your shoulder.

Namjoon frowns at Jimin, shaking his head at the sight of you in his arms. Jimin frowns, not understanding what Namjoon means when he beckons him forward. Although Jimin looks side to side, he sees no one else. As Namjoon continues to wave, Jimin reluctantly sighs.

"Hey, Y/N?" he says, disentangling himself somewhat.

Looking up at him, your gaze remains lidded. Jimin exhales, wanting nothing more than to crush your lips to his. He wants to kiss you, make you his and take you back to his bed. He supposes all of that can wait though, until talking to Namjoon.

"Yes?" you say, tilting your chin.

Jimin smiles back. "I'm going for a drink but I'll be back, okay? Wait here for me?"

Although you raise an eyebrow, you nod. Crossing both arms, you step to the side of the dance floor. "Alright," you say. "I'll wait."

Nodding eagerly, Jimin turns around. He cuts through the sea of dancers, nearly shoving Namjoon into the bar when he reaches his side. "This had better be important," Jimin says, glancing over his shoulder. "I was having a really good time with Y/N."

"I know," Namjoon says, looking your way. "Look, Jimin. You can't go home with her."

At first, Jimin does not have the words. Once he has recovered from his initial shock though, he frowns. "What? Why not?"

Namjoon exhales. "Because of Seokjin, Jimin. He really likes Minsun. Not just as a fling, not just a crush – he wants to date her. How would it look, if you slept with her best friend and never called her again?"

"But..." Jimin starts to protest and stops. Namjoon raises a valid point.

Even though Namjoon looks uncomfortable, he sighs. "If you screw over Y/N, Minsun is the type to cut Seokjin out completely, just because he's friends with you. You can't do that, man. Seokjin doesn't deserve that."

Jimin falls silent, drumming his fingers on top of the bar. He hates the fact that Namjoon is right. Jimin does not date, he does not do the whole girlfriend/boyfriend thing – not right now, at least, when he is still recovering from the last relationship. It was a toxic hell-heap where she cheated and cried, then cheated again. Any attempt at commitment since has left a sour taste in Jimin's mouth.