The Hunt

41

Okay.

Okay.

He can keep the sweater. I just need my bag.

I gave myself a mental pep talk, but couldn't make my feet work. Frozen to my spot just inside the door, I continued to stare at Jimin. He looked like an angel. Sleeping so peacefully with his full lips slightly parted.

What kind of a sedative did they use on him?

Trying not to breathe too loudly, I crept toward the foot of the bed where my backpack rested on the floor. I used both hands to pick it up, trying to balance it in a way that nothing shifted inside the bag.

"Were you just going to leave without saying goodbye?" asked a slightly groggy Jimin.

I let out a sigh. "That was the plan, yes."

"Come here." Jimin patted the edge of the bed. Ugh, this is definitely a trap.

I sat my bag back down on the floor and walked to the head of the bed, but did not sit down. "What?"

Jimin scrunched up his nose. "You smell terrible."

"Lying bastards," I grumbled under my breath. I knew it!

"Take off your shirt."

I choked on the air I was inhaling. "What?"

Jimin moved to sit at the edge of the bed, and pulled me closer, until I was standing between his knees. His hands connected with my hips and slowly inched up the hem of the hoodie.

"You smell like Jungkook," he whispered. "It's awful."

My words momentarily caught in my throat, but I managed to stammer out a response, "I-It's his sweatshirt."

Jimin just hummed as his hands continued to travel up my sides at a painfully slow pace.

In a moment of sheer panic, I placed the palms of my hands on Jimin's shoulders and gave him a hard shove. He flopped backwards onto the bed. I quickly removed the offending garment, making sure I didn't remove the t-shirt I had borrowed from Jimin with it. I threw the hoodie across the room like a hot potato.

"Okay, it's gone."

Before my brain could even register what was going on, Jimin's hands gripped low on my hips, and I crashed down on top of him. Luckily, I managed to catch myself before my chin collided with his nose.

I struggled to stand up, but he pinned my arms to my sides, trapping me in a bear hug.

"Stopping wriggling or you'll make things awkward," he growled, his voice barely above a whisper.

"You're holding me on top of you," I huffed. "It's already awkward!"

"Oh?" One eyebrow shot up as a devious grin spread across Jimin's face. "I just figured you'd prefer being on top. But if you insist..."

Jimin wrapped his legs around mine, like some kind of giant demented koala, and rolled us over until he was hovering above me.

He leaned in, his face nuzzled into my neck. "Better?"

I froze.

It was like my body couldn't process the situation. My mind was racing a mile a minute, but my brain and body were not working as a team. Adrenaline coursed through my veins making my body practically vibrate, but I was unable to control my limbs.

"You're shaking like a leaf." Jimin pulled his face away from my neck to look into my eyes. His hand gently caressed my cheek. "Do I make you nervous, babygirl?"

"Eww, no! Don't call me that." It was like he had uttered the magic word and the spell was broken.

Jimin chuckled and moved to lay down beside me. I took a second to breathe a sigh of relief. Things were getting out of hand, and if he had kept nuzzling my neck, I would not have been able to resist much longer.

I realized I had paused to breathe too long when Jimin wrapped an arm around me, pulling me to him. My back was pressed against his bare chest and I could feel my resolve start to waver again.

"Do you want to talk about last night?"