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"We should get going." I tried to smile, distracting him from my burning cheeks.

"Let me just grab one more thing." He promised, before walking over to the kitchen counter.

"What do you need your keys for—?" I tilted my head.

"What are you being so nosy for—?" Jimin raised a brow.

"Touché asshole." I punched his shoulder as we walked outside.

Poor Brooke and Hoseok have been waiting in my house for what seemed like hours. I'm hoping they didn't break anything, or disturbingly make out on my kitchen floor. Do people even do that—?

"Brooke, open up." I shouted, while throwing my fist at the door. "I don't even remember locking it." I mumbled as Jimin stood next to me.

"I think we can both take a wild guess as to why the door is locked." He smugly whispered.

I heard footsteps running towards the door, and then a bam—!

I glanced over at Jimin with a blank expression, before covering my mouth with my hands. "Did she just—?"

"Fall—? Yeah."

Hoseok's laugh could be heard from outside as he ran to the door instead of helping Brooke. I guess it really was a sight to see. He pulled the door open, still snickering as his girlfriend laid on the floor.

"It's not what it looks like." She groaned in pain.

I shook my head while walking in and reached for Brooke's hand. "So, you wanna continue hanging up the lights."

"Dammit Rae, you're ideas are so fun, I don't think I can physically take it." Jimin scornfully mocked my idea.

"Let's hear your idea, lover boy." Hoseok walked over to his side.

"Lets drive somewhere out into the middle of the wilderness, drop Rae and Brooke off with some hidden camera's and watch it all on tv."

"I have a better idea." Brooke narrowed her eyes as she walked forward. "Let's tie Jimin to the front of our car and drive into a building."

"Then you'd just be killing yourself as well." He raised his brow.

"Fuck, you're right." She sighed.

"Jimin." I stepped forward. "Your idea wasn't too bad, except for the part where you drop me and Brooke off in the middle of no where."

"It isn't—?" Jimin eyes were confused.

"Yeah." I threw the kitchen rag behind my shoulder as I slowly paced back and forth. "Me, you, Hoseok, and Brooke can take a road trip for the weekend. It's almost Christmas, so no one will be on the roads, because they'll all be on planes." I gave them a weak smile, before dropping into my chair. "Okay, next idea."

"Wait." Jimin stopped me, as he sat on the edge of my chair.

I harshly glared at him as a warning to move.

"Oh shut up, you like it." He flicked my forehead. "As I was saying, I'm not completely against the road trip idea, but where the hell would we stay—?"

"I have an aunt that lives in Colorado." Hoseok chimed in.

"Colorado?!" Brooke repeated as she widened her eyes. "Do you know how far of a drive that is from Brooklyn—?"

"Yeah, that's why it's called a road trip dumbass."

Hoseok slowly glared at Jimin.

"Shit, I forgot you were here." He mumbled.

"So?" I raised my brows.

"I don't know about them, but I'm down." Jimin shrugged his shoulders. "You know what they say about car sex."

"So funny." I rolled my eyes.

"I guess I could ask my mom, but I'm positive she'll say no. We have exams next week and she's making me study." Brooke sighed.

"You can just tell her you're staying the night at my house." I offered an idea.

"Damn girl." Jimin bit his lip. "You're getting badder by the second."

"I'm still the good one." I lowered my brows. "I just don't want to leave Brooke alone. There's no way I'm going with two guys anyways."

"Let's make that one guy." He winked.

Hoseok grabbed his keys from the counter, and walked over to the door. Brooke followed him shorty, latching onto his arm.

"Where are you two going?" I lowered a brow.

"Shouldn't we go pack? When are we leaving anyways?" Hoseok crossed his arms.

"Tomorrow morning." Jimin muttered for me.

"Alright, see you guys tomorrow then." Hoseok gave us a small wave as he left with Brooke.

"Bye." I mumbled, while hugging myself from the cold air.

I quickly slammed the door, attempting to get warm again. My family and I aren't the biggest winter fans. That's why our house is always boiling hot, which isn't necessarily a good thing either. I adjusted the thermostat, before plopping onto the couch. The hot chocolate I made earlier was still siting on the coffee table, but not as hot as it was when I first made it.

"Hey." Jimin raised his brows up and down.

I choked on my drink, spitting a mouthful onto the new carpet. "Jimin—!"

"What, I thought you knew I was still here?" He leaned back against the couch, giving me a very smug look. "You never asked me to leave."

"I thought you left with Hoseok and Brooke." I paced back and forth, trying to remember if I saw him leave. "Why are you here again?"

"I'm helping you pack." Jimin jumped off the couch, scrunching his nose as he stepped over the spilt hot chocolate. "You gonna clean that shit up?"

"I don't need help packing for a three day trip." I lowered my brows.

"I'm here to make sure you pack just the right amount of sexy and innocent." Jimin grabbed my hands, pulling me to the stairs. "Can I guess your fetish?"

"Wait—what?" I pursed my lips together.

Jimin dropped my hand as we entered my room. He pushed my closet doors open, resting his finger on his chin as he observed my clothes. I stood beside him, not knowing whether to feel embarrassed or offended. He reached for the top shelf, and pulled out a stack of jeans.

"I like the low waisted ones." Jimin muttered as he unfolded each one.

"Why—?" I softly chuckled, trying hard not to laugh at his weirdness.

"The riskier, the better." He held one of my pair of jeans out. "They're easier to take off too."

"I'll take these then." I dig through the pile and pull the high waisted ones out.

"Damn." Jimin dramatically slammed his hand against his chest. "That hurt."

"I bet it did." I gave him a forced grin. "And what about you?"

"There's a lot to me baby, be specific." He bit the inside of his cheek.

"Why aren't you at home packing?"

"It takes about five minutes." Jimin walked over to my nightstand. "and you're way more entertaining."

"You're not even helping me." I pushed him by his shoulder. "You're literally criticizing every thing I own, as if I'm supposed to be dressing in lingerie."

"That'd be nice." Jimin licked his lips. "I'm kidding, take a damn joke." He reached over to pinch my nose.

I quickly dodged his hand. "It's funny, because I remember our first grade teacher telling us to keep our hands to ourselves."

"That's not what I learned in sex Ed."

"Okay, can we stop talking about sex?" I jumped off the bed. "It seems like an everyday topic with you."

"Sure, let's talk about school and textbooks, your favorite." He playfully smirked.

"I don't like school." I rolled my eyes, as he shook his head in denial. "and just because I get good grades, doesn't mean I'm some lame dork."

"You said it, not me." He raised his hands in defense.

"Well, would you look at the time?" I looked down at my invisible watch. "Time for you to go."

"Fine, you whiny bitch."

"You know you don't have to leave through the window anymore, right?" I softly laughed as he already had one foot over the ledge.

"See you tomorrow baby." He blew a kiss, before nearly falling out of the window.

I tugged my bottom lip, attempting to hold in my laugh. "See you tomorrow Jimin."