Silence engulfed the two of you as you freeze when Jimin's soft lips meet yours. Your taken aback, and stiffen in his hold as his lips move against yours.

He realizes you're not kissing him back, and slowly pulls away with a sigh.
"I'm sorry, I-"
You come back to your senses, and your chest flushes with warmth and a tingly sensation before you grab him by the collar, slamming your lips back onto his.

His hands roam your body as his lips ravaged yours, enjoying the hints of your peach lipbalm blending into the kiss. His hands stop on the back of your thighs, tapping it softly.

Understanding his gesture, you jump, wrapping your legs around his waist as his arms firmly hold you beneath your thighs.

Your back meets the cold wall with a thud and you pull away with a gasp for air, panting heavily. You gaze down at his silhouette that seemed to stare back up at you longingly.

Running your hands through his hair, you feel your throat begin to tighten and breathing begin to labour.

Damn it.

You push his arms away, opening the door slowly. You squint your eyes as the bright light blinds you. You whisper,
"It's all clear and it's past 3. I think we can go home now."

His silhouette nods, pushing open the door. Your mouth involuntarily begins to water at the sight before you. His shirt was ruffled and his silvery hair disheveled. His lips were swollen red and his eyes were hooded, a swirling infatuation evident as he stared at you.

You nibble on your lower lip as the two of you walk down the hallway, bags slung over your shoulders. Your lips quiver, replaying the steamy moment shared between the two of you in the janitor's closet.

Did Jimin just... kiss me?

Your palms grow sweaty again, as you steal glances of him. His hands were stuffed in his pocket as he stared ahead, expressionless.

How is he not affected by this?

"I'll drop you home."
He says, finally bringing his gaze to yours. Your eyes catch the glint of his Harley Davidson in the parking lot and you smile.
"Alright."

The familiar feeling of cold wind blowing against your face greets you, as you wrap your arms tighter around Jimin's waist.

Your eyes meet his reflection in the mirror, barely catching a glimpse of half his face as your mind begins to wander.

What does this mean for us now? Are we in a relationship?
He hasn't even said anything yet.

Your palms grow sweaty as your face contorts in deep thoughts.

What will I tell Jungkook?
He won't like this at all.
What if he starts hating me even more?

"Y-Y/N."
Jimin's strained voice is heard over the wind. You snap your head towards his stiff figure.
"Yes?"
He glances at you through the mirror.

"You're c-crushing me again."
You notice your insanely tight grip around his waist and you loosen your hold on him immediately, your face flushing red.
"Sorry."

You clingy hooligan.

His gaze softens as he stares at you through the rear view mirror. A small smile spreads across his face, leaving only his crescent eyes visible.

He's brought back to reality instantly when you tap his shoulder furiously.
"Jimin! Watch out!"
His eyes widen as he swivels around the car that honks madly at him, barely touching the handle with the car's rear view mirror.

A bunch of profanities were thrown around as Jimin rides away, a wavering sigh escaping his lips.
The things you do to me, Y/N.

You purse your lips into a thin line, your heart thumping wildly in your chest when you reach your apartment complex.

You swing your leg over the other side, jumping down with a bounce. Jimin runs a hand through his hair, spreading his legs to relax on the bike while lowering his gaze to his fidgeting fingers.

You couldn't stand the unusual treatment, and decided to speak up.
"What is it?"
His gaze is drawn up to you and he looks around.
"Can we speak inside?'

You nod without hesitation, guiding him to your door. He follows close behind, his dark eyes watching your every move.

He shoves his hands in his pockets, sitting down on the sofa. You internally screech when you see your underwear untidily thrown over the backseat of the couch and you gasp, pointing to the wall opposite of the sofa, yelling.
"What is that?!"

Jimin's head snaps up towards the direction you pointed at, and you seize the opportunity to snatch your underwear, throwing it into a dark corner of the hallway.

He slowly turns back to you with a confused expression and you laugh sheepishly before shrugging.
"I thought I saw a bug. I guess not."

He stares at you with an arched brow, amused before tapping the empty seat beside him. You sit down, and he leans into the sofa with his arms folded behind his head.

"We can't pretend that it just didn't happen."
You clasp your hands together, thinking of a reply. Your mind scrambles all over the place, but the memories of his kiss continue to replay in your head, distracting you.

"Unless you want me to."
He speaks up, his gaze now torn away from you. Your breath hitches, and you finally manage to say,
"But I don't want to."

He sighs.
"I don't want to force you into this, Y/N."
You shake your head, glancing at his leg nervously tapping against the floor.
"My feelings aren't forced. I know myself better than anyone else, and as much as I didn't want this to happen, it did."

He chuckles.
"You didn't?"
You shake your head with a smile.
"Not one bit. I hated you with every fiber of my body, mind and soul, Park Jimin."

He smiles, crescent eyes warming up your heart.

I can't believe I'm saying this.

You place your hand on his tapping thigh,
"I just need a little more time to make sure this is legit. But as of now, yes. I do like you."
His head snaps up to you, his eyes widened a little.
"R-really?"

You nod, and he lets out a breathy laugh.
"Well, damn."
He lunges forward, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you onto his lap. You gasp at the proximity between your faces, your palms planted firmly on his chest.

He tilts his head, staring at your parted lips.
"Tell me, Y/N... Why? When and why did you develop these feelings for me?"
You blink rapidly, gazing back at him, your eyes in turn landing on his plump lips.

"I don't know. They're just flutters."

"So that's all it is? Flutters?"
He whispers, eyes pulling back up to yours. You nod hesitantly, gulping at his lustful gaze.

His fingers clasp your wrists, as he leans forward. His breath fans against your ear, spreading goosebumps all over your body before his deep chuckle resonates through your senses.

"That's a shame. Cause you should know what you make me feel whenever you're around me."
Your breath is caught in your threat as he nips at your earlobe.

Your eyes squeeze shut as his hands grip the hem of your shirt, lightly tugging it upwards.

The two of you startle when the doorbell suddenly rings. You jump off the couch immediately, panting. You fix your hair and shirt, leaving behind an annoyed Jimin on the couch.

You open the door, revealing a cheery person on the other side.
"Hey Y/N!"
"O-oh, Tae! What are you doing here?"
He pouts immediately, crossing his arms.
"We planned to hang out this evening. Did you forget?"

Your eyes widen as the text messages from the previous night flash in your mind.

You stupid idiot! How could you forget?!

You smile sheepishly, opening the door more for him to step inside.

As soon as the two males notice each other, the atmosphere plummets into dangerous glares.
"Why is he here?"
Tae mumbles to you and you furrow your eyebrows.
"We were... hanging out."

He rolls his eyes, and Jimin mumbles to you this time.
"Why is he here?"
You groan, burying your head in your heads.
"He's here to hang out. Please get along?"
He shakes his head.
"I don't like him."

Taehyung stands with his hands on his hips.
"You know I'm still here, right?"
You sigh, giving up.
"I'll get some snacks. You can fist it out in the time being."

Taehyung smiles, placing a small kiss on your cheek.
"Thanks Y/N!"
Your eyes widen as you continue to walk into the kitchen, not wanting to make eye contact with the raging bull on the couch that was ready to pummel Taehyung into a pulp.

Why do they hate each other so much anyways?

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Jimin glares at Taehyung as he sits down onto the sofa.

"Tell me, why are you really here?"
Taehyung asks in a low voice, glancing at you in the kitchen before crossing his legs.

Jimin scoffs, shaking his head.
"I'm not obligated to answer you."
"Yes, you are."
"Oh really? How so?"
"Because I know what you're trying to do, Park Jimin."
"Enlighten me."
"I won't watch her get hurt by you."
"I'm not going to hurt her."

The two men inch towards each other with each reply until their faces are inches apart, neither of them wanting to back down.

Taehyung stares with rage into Jimin's playful dark eyes as Jimin smiles a little.
"It seems like you care too much, Taehyung. Are you sure you're just her friend?"
"Shut the fuck up."
Taehyung spits back at him, their breaths fanning against each others faces.

You stare at the pair with wide eyes, slowly placing the bowl of tortillas onto the table between them.
"I'll just... leave this here."
You say, scurrying back into the kitchen as both men gaze after you.

Jimin smirks, shoving Taehyung away from him before sauntering over to the kitchen and wrapping his arms around your waist. You gasp, frantically pushing them away before turning around with wide eyes.

"Tae's here, stop it!"
You whisper yell and Jimin smiles mischievously.
"So what?"
You quickly stir the mix, before replying,
"We've only kissed."

Jimin's smile falters, as he leans against the counter.
"I see."
Sensing his change in behaviour, your eyes soften.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that."

He shakes his head.
"Did it mean anything to you?"
"Of course it did, I just... I need time."
He opens his mouth to reply, but a skipping Taehyung bounces into the room with a large smile.

His large arms engulf your shoulders as he stares at the dish you're making.
"What are you making?"
"Just some ramen, Tae."
You say softly, pinching his cheeks as he leans against the counter beside Jimin with a grin.

The moment you turn your back on the pair, their smiles disappear as they glare at each other.
"Leave her alone."
Tae mouths the words, and Jimin scoffs.
"Why should I?"
Taehyung grabs his collar, pulling him closer as he raises his hand to strike a blow onto Jimin's cheek.

You turn around, and Taehyung shoves him away. The pair stare at you with wide eyes, and you furrow your eyebrows at Jimin's collar standing up on one side.

Taehyung smiles, stretching his arms out with a groan while giving Jimin a side eye. He straightens his collar in a huff as you grab the fresh cream and continue the meal, making sure to keep an eye on the two.

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"It's movie time!"
You sing, skipping to the living room with the bowls of steaming hot ramen. Taehyung claps, sitting to the right of you, stretching his hand behind you to rest it on the couch.

Jimin plops down on the other side, extending his arm to do the same. You bend down to pick up the remote, and Jimin seizes the opportunity to pinch Taehyung's arm.

He twists the skin with a snicker and Taehyung yelps, pulling his arm away immediately. You turn to him, alarmed.
"What?"
He shakes his head vigorously, rubbing the reddened area.
"N-nothing."

Jimin's arm slinks around your shoulder as the lights dim, and the movie begins to play. Taehyung slurps on his ramen, his face contorted in jealousy.

Jimin caresses your arm, and a smile crawls onto your face at the tingly sensation lingering beneath your skin. He didn't bother to watch the movie, all he could see was you.

And Taehyung.

You take their empty a bowls and bend forward to place it on the table. Taehyung had been eagerly watching and waiting for his window of opportunity, and it had finally come to him.

He reaches across the couch, pinching Jimin's arm and twisting the skin profusely. Unlike Taehyung's yelp, Jimin howls loudly as Taehyung quickly jumps back.

"What the hell?!"
You screech, almost dropping the bowls while your heart thumps loudly in your ribcage.

You turn to Jimin with wide eyes and he fumbles to form a sentence. Unable to think, he forces a laugh.
"Haha! I s-scared you, didn't I?"

Your palm collides with your forehead as you shake your head.
"You're fucking insane."
He smirks, amused as he mumbles to himself.
"Only for you."

You lean back into the sofa and Taehyung's arms immediately cling onto your waist, his head resting on your shoulder. You move his hair out of your mouth with a splutter, chuckling.
"What's up with you today?"

You smile, playing with his hair as the movie continues, failing to notice the fuming man opposite you. Taehyung's sly eyes find Jimin's raging ones, and their gazes meet.

Taehyung smiles sadistically, poking his tongue out and tightening his hold on you.

This is only the beginning, Park Jimin.