After lunch and a bottle of Champagne, you and Jimin sit at the table, laughing and enjoying each other's company.

Out of the blue, Jimin says, "I would love to get together with you and dance. Will you join me in the dance studio later?" Grinning, he waits for your response.

 You smile but don't speak, reveling in the strange sensation of feeling all tingly and bubbly inside. 

"I don't know Jimin. You're professionally trained, and I'm mostly self-taught. I have always loved dancing. Lill got me hooked on it when I was nine years old," you shyly laugh.

 While you were talking, you noticed his eyes kept shifting to your lips, and you couldn't help but run your tongue over them a couple of times as they suddenly felt dry.

Jimin reaches over and takes your hand in his. He leans in closer, and you don't pull away, so he continues to lean in close and kisses your champagne-flavored lips.

"Mm, my favorite," he pulls away, gazing into your eyes.

You can't break the gaze, and Jimin swears he sees something special in how you look at him. He can't describe it exactly. It's like something is pulling him deeper into your eyes. He shakes his head, thinking it must be the champagne playing tricks on him.

You ask him, "Are you alright, Jimin." 

He shrugs, "I think so. I don't know what happened; it was bizarre. I felt like I was being pulled in."

You want to explain something to him even though you are afraid he will tease you or want nothing to do with you.  Taking a deep breath of courage, you softly say, "I asked because sometimes—" 

You didn't finish your sentence because dessert and another bottle of sparkling wine were brought to the table. The waiter popped the cork and refilled your glasses before leaving the bottle behind.

Jimin sips from his refilled glass as he watches you look longingly at the dessert. 'So she has a sweet tooth,' he grins. 

You start to take a spoonful of dessert, but you stop and giggle and go to feed it to Jimin instead, smiling, "You first, my hero."

Jimin softly laughs, takes a spoonful of his dessert, and carries the spoon to your lips, saying, "To my damsel in that gorgeous dress."

You feed each other a bite of dessert, followed by sipping more champagne. You are feeling more giddy and silly.

You giggle as you rub your hand over your nose. "The bubbles tickle my nose. I like this." 

You hold your glass out, and Jimin refills it and then tops his off.

Noticing a small dab of sweet topping on the corner of Jimin's mouth and with you feeling champagne bold, you lean in close. Right as you go to kiss him, you softly lick the topping from his lip instead.

You start to giggle at your boldness, and as you go to pull away, he pulls you back. He kisses you passionately, and you feel like you're melting. You feel his tongue tasting the sweetness of champagne and dessert on your lips, and you shiver slightly. Opening your mouth to sigh, his tongue finds yours.

 You have never felt this before. You are starting to love champagne, yes, the champagne. You are falling into the bliss of kissing him and wonder if you are falling into more than bliss.

 You pull apart just inches away silently, staring into each other's eyes, when you both burst out laughing.

 He says, "Your lips are so sweet, like dessert."

 With a mischievous smile, you say, "I've wondered how your lips would feel against mine." You sigh and dreamily say, "Just delicious." 

Jimin laughs, and you blush, giggling. "I didn't mean to say that out loud."

He grins, "The feeling is mutual. You have the sweetest lips. I could kiss them all day," His eyes smolder with a soft passion as he adds, "and night."

He kisses you again, then grabs his glass of champagne, and you grab yours. He says, "May our lips always be our dessert." 

You clink your glasses together, laughing, and drink what is left in them.

Jimin hadn't realized just how much he had fallen for you until this moment. He hopes things will blossom into something special. He can't stop thinking about holding you in his arms, dancing. But his wish was never to be granted that night.

Jimin enjoyed your champagne-flavored kisses, but he could quickly tell your inexperience with the effects of alcohol.

"As much as I would love to take you home with me and continue dessert there, I better take you to your sisters."

"Wh, why?" you mumble, leaning heavily on him as he walks you to his car. You realize the car is moving, and Jimin still needs to answer your question, so you ask him again.

"Why, Jimin? Why Lil, Lil's?"

"Because I want you, but not like this, Ailie."

'He doesn't want me.' Those are the words you hear: he doesn't want you.

"Let me ou, ou out here," You are trying to open the door, fumbling with the door lever, when Jimin reaches over with one hand and holds onto you.

"Ailie, stop." He says, feeling guilty over you being drunk like this. He didn't know till it was too late to stop you that you weren't used to drinking.

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After having lunch with Jimin and dessert of  *you giggle*Jimin, you find yourself at Lilly's. He parks and walks you to the door.

 "Hmm, Lil, Lil's place."

"Yes, Ailie. Lill's place." he knocks with one hand while he holds you with his other arm.

 Lill opens the door, and with shock, she asks, "Mochi, what's happened?" Then, looking at Ailie, she sighs,  "Ailie, are you drunk!?"

Slowly, you shift to the left. She pulls you in. "Ailie, are you drunk?"

You hold on to your sister, slurring, "No, umm, not drunk. I feeeell great!"

"Sorry, yes, we had sparkling wine with lunch. I didn't know she was such a lightweight."

Lill sighs, saying, "Give her to me, and I'll take care of her."

"I'm sorry, Lill, I didn't know." 

Jimin sounds so remorseful that Lilly can't hold any ill will toward him. He didn't know Ailie had never drunk alcohol before.

"It's ok. It will be a lesson learned."

Knowing Jimin as she does, she knew he would never take advantage of Ailie because she knew he was in love, whether he knew or not.

"I'm just glad she was with you when she got drunk for the first time."

Jimin quickly gives Lill a kiss on the cheek, and goes to kiss you too when you push away to tell Lilly, "No, m not drunk. I had, ad" you giggle. "I had Jiminin for der-ssert."

You grab hold on Lill's blouse with both hands as you slowly lean into her, "Annnd he was dee liciouus  ness ous!!"

Lil stares at Jimin, watching his cheeks blush as he turns to leave. "I'll be home all night if you need to call and chastise me."

 She giggles at Jimin's cute blush and pushes the door closed.

You stumble, and Lilly supports you as the front door latches. She then helps get you seated in the closest chair.

Poppy walks in carrying a glass of water. She stops and stares at you, "You're drunk. You were supposed to go out for lunch. It looks more like you went out to a bar. What the hell was Jimin thinking!?"

"Poppy stop. Jimin had nothing to do with this." Lill rolls her eyes, "Well, almost nothing."

"Spill the tea Lilly. What happened?" Lilly tries to explain, but you interrupt her.

"Unnie, I told you I had Jimin for dessert and want more. Can I have himmm?" 

Poppy looks at Ailie with raised brows, then back at Lilly. "What?"

You hic-up, then say, "I don't feel good," and stumble from the chair to lie on the couch. Lilly grabs the small trash can and places it near you. You hear her sigh and leave the room. You pull the couch pillow to you and hold it tightly.

Unexpectedly, you feel something cold on your face. It is Lilly with a cold clothe, placing it on your forehead. This is the last thing you remember.

Hours later, you wake up and hear voices talking. You recognized Poppy and Lilly's voice. You sit up, and your head spins. You pull yourself up, holding on to the side of the couch. How you acted at lunch replays in your mind, and you fall back on the couch.

 "Oh my god, I kissed him, I licked his mouth, and kissed him!"

Poppy and Lilly hear you and walk into the living room. Poppy says, "I see you're awake. What did you think you were doing, Ailie?"

You honestly don't feel like getting a stern talking two by BOTH of them. Your head just couldn't take it.

"Lilly, Pop, I, I really embarrassed myself today. I don't think I can ever face Jimin again if what I remember is what I actually did." 

"What exactly did you do?" Poppy is impatiently waiting for an answer.

You grab your head, "Uhgg Poppy, I grabbed him across the table, and I licked cream topping off of his mouth and started kissing him!" You face flames with embarrassment.

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For the next couple of weeks, when you saw Jimin you wouldn't look at him and deliberately avoided him if you could.

He tried to get you to meet him many times in the dance studio, but you always had an excuse ready for him.

You were too embarrassed. Ashamed of how you acted, you just couldn't face him yet. You hope you may be able to someday in the next five years, but you doubt it.

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Jimin was disappointed and frustrated because he knew his heart was now involved. Ever since returning from lunch, you have been avoiding him as the days pass. 

He doesn't want to pressure you, but he doesn't understand why you're behaving this way after the wonderful time you both had at lunch. He thought your relationship would blossom into something deeper and more meaningful. 

He thought your kisses were proof you were into him. Now, he isn't so sure.

'Maybe it was the alcohol the whole time, and she's really not into me like that.'