WHEN Y/N UNKNOWINGLY KISSES A PRINCE

The atmosphere buzzed with the typical chaos of a festive club-the rhythmic beats of music blending with the hum of chatter and bursts of laughter. Outside, the biting cold of Christmas Eve was in stark contrast to the warmth and energy within. Yet Y/N felt utterly out of place amidst it all, her arms crossed protectively over her chest as she gave her best friend a look of incredulous disbelief.

"That's absurd! What makes you think dragging me to a club will make my Christmas any better? Shouldn't we be at home baking pies if you wanted to channel some holiday spirit?" she whisper-yelled, her tone filled with exasperation.

Haejin, ever the unapologetic rebel, rolled her eyes. Despite the freezing weather, she had shamelessly donned her signature crop top and mini skirt ensemble, paired daringly with a black leather jacket. "Absolutely not," she retorted, setting down her drink with a clink. "You've spent far too many Christmases cooped up at home, Y/N. It's time you find yourself a man to, you know, properly warm you up this year. It's Christmas, after all!"

Her lips curled into a mischievous smile, her excitement contagious despite Y/N's resistance. A reluctant smile tugged at Y/N's lips as she shook her head, unable to stay mad for long.

"I don't see Santa sending a gift-wrapped man my way," she quipped, scooping a spoonful of cookies and cream ice cream into her mouth.

Haejin smirked, her brows wiggling playfully. "Even though you're sitting here looking adorable in your furry boots and mittens?"

"Precisely because of that," Y/N replied with a chuckle. "I'm a vision of cuteness, not seduction."

Their laughter spilled out in unison, a bright contrast to the dim club lights. Haejin leaned in, her voice filled with teasing conviction. "Oh, come on. You're gorgeous, Y/N. You just need to stop being so considerate of the competition and let your inner bad girl out. Trust me, the moment you do, the men will come crawling."

Y/N laughed heartily, gesturing to the growing group of admirers subtly sneaking glances at her friend. "Says the one who's practically got her own fan club," she teased.

Haejin glanced over her shoulder and smirked confidently before turning back. "They're not my fans tonight, babe. One of them has his eyes glued to you."

"Ridiculous," Y/N said dismissively, shaking her head.

"I'm serious," Haejin insisted, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "And let me tell you, he's a looker."

Before Y/N could protest further, her friend's excitement skyrocketed. "Uh-oh, here he comes."

Panic gripped Y/N as the man in question sauntered towards their table, his presence exuding an air of undeniable charm. Clutching Haejin's hand, she hissed, "If he asks you out, you owe me another round of cookies and cream-and a hot latte."

"And if he asks you out, you're hooking up with him!" Haejin shot back, her grin wicked.

Y/N barely had a chance to retort before the stranger arrived, his voice smooth and velvety as he introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Jimin."

The sound of his name sent Y/N choking on her ice cream, her cheeks flushing as his dark, captivating eyes held hers with ease. He smiled-a smile that could disarm armies. "May I buy you a drink?"

Before Y/N could stammer a response, Haejin swooped in like an overzealous Cupid. "Of course, she'd love for you to buy her a drink!" She shot Y/N a pointed look before adding with a sugary smile, "In fact, I'll just leave you two to it."

Left alone with Jimin, Y/N's nerves betrayed her composure. Forcing a shaky smile, she extended her hand. "Sorry about that. I was... caught off guard. I'm Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." His smile widened as his warm hand enveloped hers. He chuckled lightly as he felt the icy tips of her fingers. "Your hands are freezing."

"Well," she murmured, her voice playful, "why don't you warm them up for me?"

The boldness of her words surprised even her, but Jimin's amused grin put her at ease. Interlacing their fingers, he tucked their hands into the pocket of his jacket, the intimacy of the gesture sending warmth cascading through her.

They talked, the conversation flowing effortlessly as they discovered little details about each other. Y/N's laughter came more freely as the alcohol in her drink worked its magic, her earlier inhibitions melting away under Jimin's steady, attentive gaze.

"You have a beautiful smile," he remarked softly, his thumb absently stroking her knuckles.

"Men don't usually like beautiful smiles," she countered, leaning closer. "They prefer sexy women, don't they?"

Jimin chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Who says a woman with a beautiful smile can't be sexy?"

Y/N blinked, momentarily stunned by his response. "Touché."

The rest of the evening blurred into a heady mix of laughter, teasing banter, and stolen glances. When Jimin finally leaned in, his lips brushing against hers with tantalising softness, the world seemed to stand still. Her heart raced as his warmth enveloped her, the kiss deepening into something that felt both exhilarating and tender.

When they broke apart, breathless and flushed, Jimin grinned. "You taste as sweet as I thought you would."

Her cheeks flamed at his bold words, but she couldn't stop herself from smiling. This Christmas, it seemed, had taken an unexpected-and thrilling-turn.