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“Nooonaaaa” Jimin sing-songed as he bounced into my kitchen.
I chuckled. “Yes Minnie?” He came up behind me, resting his chin on my shoulder.
“Are you almost done with those drinks?”
I nodded, reaching behind me to ruffle his cotton candy coloured hair.
He giggled, the tinkling sound always reminded me of tiny bells.
“Aishh, I just fixed my hair.” He grumbled, pulling back to run his hand through it in that trade mark way of his.
I quickly averted my gaze, focussing on our drinks instead. I didn’t need to make things harder on myself than they already were.
Jimin and I had been friends for a few months now.
He’d been painfully shy when I first met him, giggling behind his hand whenever I made one of my sarcastic comments, or slightly flirty jokes.
It only took him a few nights out along with mutual friends though, to realise that despite that dirty mouth, I was actually one of the most gentle people he’d ever met.
Like him, I enjoyed talking about the important things in life, the world around us. People. Feelings. I despised small talk.
Him and I spent quite a few nights sitting on a stoop outside in the cool crisp night air, while our friends were having a smoke. We just talked and talked and talked.
We barely gave our friends a glance when they announced they were going back inside, choosing to stay out there for a little while longer.
Our thighs almost pressing together, our shoulders gently bumping every now and then.
We dove deep in our conversations.
One of the first nights we were out, I had sighed, taking off my high heels and rubbing my feet with a pained expression, before taking a pair of sneakers out of my bag, and slipping them on.
Jimin had watched me with an amused smile, but hadn’t commented.
When we stood up to join our friends inside for one last drink, he’d shrieked excitedly. “Oh my God, you’re actually shorter than me! You’re tiny!”
He'd laughed bodily, almost falling over.
I smirked. I had been called many things in my life. ‘tiny’ wasn’t one of them, thanks to my full hourglass figure.
But I took it in stride, especially since he threw his arm around my shoulders with an easy sort of familiarity, as we walked back inside.
I hadn’t worn heels since that night. Fuck those torture devices.
I already knew Jimin had an amazing singing voice.
What I hadn’t counted on, was how quickly I got addicted to that quiet, low, rumbling voice he sometimes had when we spoke about more personal things.
The first time he came over to my apartment to hang out together, he ended up confiding in me about the toxic relationship and nasty break up he'd gone through with his ex-boyfriend.
When he got emotional, I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around him, hugging him tight and rubbing his back in soothing circles.
He’d let out the softest sound of surprise, before melting into me completely.
And that’s how I found out that, like me, Jimin loved to cuddle. Snuggling up on the couch together, became a normal thing for us.
It still amazed me, I pondered as I finished Jimin’s ridiculously complicated drink, that he trusted me so easily. Being a celebrity in the public eye, must have had moochers coming out of the woodwork. But he never doubted the fact that I genuinely enjoyed his company.
“Here.” I smiled at him and handed him his drink. “Go ahead and sit down, I’ll bring out the snacks.”
He smiled that bright smile of his. “You mean, besides me?” He wriggled his eyebrows, and sauntered out of my kitchen. I chuckled, despite myself.
He was beautiful. His soft brown eyes, his sweet smile, his sinfully full lips. And the way his body was this gorgeous mixture of soft curves and hard muscle.
It would be almost weird if I DIDN’T lust after him.
The problem was, I adored his personality even more. I was in love with his kind heart, his selfless nature, his sense of humour.. The list was endless.
I was in way too deep, and I knew it.
Sighing to myself, I carelessly tipped a bag of crisps upside down over a bowl, willing myself to get a fucking grip.
We were already one drink in, I had to make sure I didn’t lose control.
I didn’t hold my drink as well as Jimin did. Though, to be fair, few people did.
The first time I watched him down a glass of champagne, I thought it was more erotic than any type of porn I’d ever seen.
I grabbed my own drink (not even one fifth as strong as Jimin’s) and the bowl of crisps and headed back into the living room.
I felt a bit light headed, but not unpleasantly so.
Jimin was standing at the window, looking out over the city lights.
I set my drink and the bowl down on the coffee table, and plopped down on the couch, pulling my legs up and sitting sideways to look at him.
“Beautiful night.” Jimin murmured.
“I know. I can’t believe how quickly it gets dark now, though.”
The year was coming to an end. Christmas and my birthday were coming up soon. So was his best friend Tae’s, and then new years. The year had flown by.
“You still haven’t told me what you want for your birthday, Noona.” He said with half a smile, apparently following the same line of thought as me.
“I told you, you don’t have to get me anything. I still can’t believe I let you and Tae talk me into celebrating it, at all.” I rolled my eyes at him playfully.
“Come on, you get me stuff all the time.. Don’t you want something pretty?”
I grinned at him. “I’m your Noona, it’s my right to get you things. You deserve it, little prince.”
He chuckled at that. “That doesn’t mean I never can get you anything. I know you like jewellery.. Why don’t I buy you a necklace or something? Please let me?”
I squirmed uncomfortably. “I don’t want you spending your money on me like that, Jiminie.”
He quirked his eyebrow at me. “You do know that I have plenty of it to spend, right? I mean, it’s not like it’s gonna make a dent in my account.”
“Maybe that’s exactly why I don’t want you to.” I said quietly, almost mumbling into my drink as I took a sip.
I looked up just in time to see his face soften, understanding flickering in his eyes for a moment.
“Okay. You win. No expensive gifts.” He said gently.
I sighed, relieved.
I always had a lingering fear of him wondering why I spent time with him, if me caring for him was sincere.
I never wanted to do anything that would make him doubt our friendship.
“Thank you.” I said as I put my drink down.
“There has to be something else, though? It doesn’t have to be a physical gift.” He put his hands in the pockets of his skinny jeans, as he wandered a bit closer.
“Just you spending time with me, being my friend, is plenty. Honestly, Jimin.”
He smiled at that. “But there has to be something you want? Something I can give you?”
I looked at his beautiful, sweet face. Apparently, it was the final push for my dumb brain.
“A kiss.”
Oh. My. God.
My face turned bright red. Jimin’s eyes widened slightly, and he giggled. “What? Why?”
I wasn’t sure how I could talk my way out of this one. He was way too good at reading people, for me to just play it off as a joke.
I’d always been horrible at lying, anyway.
I decided a censored version of the truth, would have to do.
“Because… You’re beautiful. And sexy. And you have the most gorgeous lips I’ve ever seen. And I just… You seem like you’d be a good kisser.” I noticed he blushed at that.
“I mean, you don’t have to. Of course not. I am sorry I even said it. It’s the alcohol.. I’m sorry.” I back pedalled, mumbling an apology.
“But you really do want to?” he asked softly, not sounding freaked out at all.
I dared to glance up at him. His face was soft, but there was something in his eyes that I couldn’t quite read.
“I just need to know what it feels like..” I whispered, not realising I’d said it out loud until it was too late.
I should really see a doctor about that. My brain was probably broken.
“Okay.”
My head jerked up, to see him looking at me with a small smile.
In a few confident strides, he was right next to me, sitting down on the edge of the couch sideways to face me.
He looked at me carefully, probably taking in my wide eyes. When he reached out and gently cupped my face in his hands, my whole body went rigid.
“Relax.” He murmured, one thumb rubbing soothingly over my cheek for a moment.
He was hauntingly beautiful this up close. He looked like a fairy, or something out of a fairy tale at least.
“You really don’t have to..”
“I want to.”
And with that, Park fucking Jimin leaned in and kissed me.
His lips were unbelievably soft. The kiss was gentle, just his lips moving lightly over my unmoving ones.
I felt his fingertips run through the hair on the side of my head, a gesture that felt like an expression of tenderness.
He pulled back and looked at me.
“Come on, Noona. Kiss me back.” He leaned back in, pressing his lips against mine a little more firmly.
That woke me up. If this was my only chance to kiss Jimin, I’d better make it count.
My one hand came up to cradle the back of his head, fingers sliding into the silky soft strands of his hair.
My other I placed on his thigh, to lean in closer and give myself more leverage.
I felt the muscles there tense for a moment before relaxing again, his hands coming away from my face, wrapping his arms around my waist instead.
I did kiss him back this time, our lips moving in an almost shy caress at first.
When I gently sucked on his bottom lip, he let out a small whimper, pulling me closer as his tongue asking for entrance.
There was no fight for dominance in this kiss, like I had experienced with other partners in the past. When we kissed, our tongues moved together in what I could only describe as a sensual dance.
I felt goosebumps break out on my skin, and Jimin shuddered when I let my hand wander up and down his spine.
When we finally broke apart, Jimin’s breathing was heavy, as was mine. He had an adorable flush to his cheeks.
His eyes remained closed, as he leaned his forehead against mine, letting out a small giggle.
“Fuck, Noona.” He mumbled. I stroked his cheek. “You look so pretty.” I whispered thoughtlessly.
He finally opened his eyes and looked at me.
My heart was racing, as I wondered if I had just made one of the biggest mistakes of my life. But the way he smiled at me, tempered that fear.
Wordlessly, he manhandled me into sitting on the couch properly, with my back against the backrest and my feet dangling above the ground.
He gave me a cat like grin, as he crawled into my lap and straddled me, my hands automatically finding his thighs again.
“There’s no fucking way I’m letting a kiss that good be a one time thing.” He said in a low grumble.
I giggled, before he pressed his lips onto mine again.