Jimin tells me to get in the backseat and I oblige.  He gets behind me and lets his lips linger on the back of my neck.  Goosebumps form on my skin. 

He turns me around to face him, an intense lust burning in his beautifully shaped eyes.  He pulls me to him, our bodies falling back onto seat, making me straddle him. 

I can feel him.  He's excited.  I grind my hips on him, causing a grunt to push past his lips.  His hands are on my hips, assisting me. 

He pulls me to him, initiating a kiss.  Our tongues fight for dominance.  I tug on his bottom lip, making his head fall back.  I take over the kiss, winning the fight. 

My hands travel to the hem of his shirt.  I pull it up over his head and he takes it off.  He tosses it to the floor of the car.  I take a moment to sit up and look at the sexy sight in front of me, a smirk plastered on my face. 

Jimin is shirtless, tight abs on full display.  I count them in my head.  Eight pack.  Niccceee.  He's looking me in the eyes, feathered hair ruffled. 

I bite my lip.  My mouth immediately goes from the beginning of his jeans to the beginning of his chest, tongue gliding up his abs. 

A small moan escapes him.  I kiss a trail from his abs to his neck, then to his ear.  He gasps at the lip-to-ear contact and I smirk.  I swirl my tongue on his ear. 

"Shit..."  He moans.  I tug on his ear and his body jerks, pressing his boner into me.  I pull away and he tilts my face up to look at him. 

"I want you, but I want to savor you.  You're worth the wait."  He breathes against my lips before kissing them.  He wraps his arm around me, pulling me back down, my head resting on his chest. 

My hands are on his chest, tapping my fingers on it.  He pecks me on my head.  A peaceful silence fills the car, along with some semi-heavy breathing, as we lay here.  This moment is perfect.  This moment is unimaginable.  I wish we could stay like this forever.

.....

Jimin kissed me passionately before he put on his shirt and left.  I sighed, analyzing what had just happened, then fangirled the fuck out. 

He texted me when I got home that we're definitely gonna meet again.  Yessss, Mochi.  Tell me what to doooo. 

So, here I sit, at my dining room table, eating food, watching a byronvids video on Youtube, replaying what happened with Jimin in my head. 

As I'm watching my babies on the screen, because Byron is putting different songs over the "Idol" dance practice, I start to get the feels. 

I love BTS so much, and watching them dance isn't helping to prevent my heart from jumping out my chest. 

Then my eyes go to Jimin, and they stay on him.  He killed the choreography the whole time.  They're all so fucking talented, but Jimin's dancing is just so...oooooo! 

The fact that he can do contemporary dance and ballet...oo!  So graceful!  Fuck this.  I'm about to do the "Idol" choreography. 

I go to the dance practice video that I've seen a million times and begin to dance along.  I do the choreography several times.  I killed it each time. 

Very proud of myself.  I can sing, too.  If only I could be the 8th member of BTS.  That would be a dream come true.  But I'm grateful one of my dreams came true: the dream of meeting at least one BTS member.