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MOUNTAINS
10 ᴘᴍ

I followed Jimin into the trailer, closing the door after me, so that the cold air didn't get in. Hoseok and Brooke decided to sleep outside in the tent to seem like they had the Adventurous spirit. 

"Left side or right side?" Jimin lowered his brow as he pulled the covers from the bed.

"We're not sleeping now." I crossed both my arms as he gave me a dumbfounded look. "It's too early and I'm really hungry." I grabbed his wrist, pulling him out of the small bedroom.

"What should I make." I hummed while bending over to look in the pantry.

Who the hell decided what food we brought, cause all there is in here, are noodles, and noddles, and, yeah basically just noodles.

Jimin hugged me from behind, laying his head on my shoulder while I just let him. his touch doesn't bother me anymore, as I'm used to it. It feels as if we've been dating,when in reality we're still in the friends with benefits zone. I wonder who's gonna change that.

"I wonder what we're having today?" I gave him a fake smile and pulled out a box of noodles.

"I'll help you make it." He mumbled onto my neck, still not letting go of me as I tried to move around through the small kitchen.

"Thanks for helping Jimin, you're making me warm." I patted his head, and he finally let go.

"Let me see the box." He grabbed it from me and read the instructions.

Noodles aren't difficult to make, but spicing them, so that they're flavorful, takes some practice in the kitchen. I opened a drawer, and began pulling out spices I've never even heard of. Jimin lowered his brows as I continued to fill the counter.

"What are you doing?"

I stopped with the container in my hand and slowly set it down. "I like my food spicy."

"Last time I checked, cinnamon isn't spicy." He scoffed, putting the container back in the drawer.

"Woah, look at the spice major." I rolled my eyes as a playful smirk crossed his lips.

"It's common sense baby."

My cheeks turned red as I felt his hand squeeze my ass. It's funny, because this man has basically seen me naked, and yet his touch still gets me dizzy. He acted so casual about it, like he didn't just grab my ass two seconds ago. I mean, what if I just grabbed his dick randomly? I wouldn't be in the kitchen.

"Do you wanna have kitchen sex?" Jimin's voice broke my train of thought.

I lowered my brows at him. "Huh?"

"You know, sex in the kitchen." He pointed over his shoulder. "You, me, and a counter to fuck you on."

"Do me a favor?" I smiled. "Get me a pan and hit yourself with it."

"Rae—" He slowly shook his head. "You're just too innocent."

"No I'm not." I crossed my arms. "Oh my god it's a ladybug." My eyes widened as I picked it up in my hand. I looked at Jimin to see him raising a brow.

I quickly set the ladybug outside, and ran back into the kitchen. "As I was saying, I'm not innocent."

"You're eighteen, and you haven't even given a guy head yet." Jimin ran his fingers through his hair.

"Uh, maybe cause I'm not fucking married yet you dumbass. Just because I have values unlike you, it doesn't make me innocent." I angrily shouted, but his amused smirk made my frown disappear.

"What's so funny?"

"You are." Jimin pinched my side. "If you really think you're gonna wait to have sex when you're married, you better change your plans, because there's no way in hell i'm letting that happen."

"Last time I checked, you weren't my boyfriend, so how could you tell me when I can have s—"

"We can change that."

I gulped, trying to hide the redness on my cheeks.

Jimin reached for my hand and pulled me close to him. "You have to stop pretending you don't have feelings for me. I know you're dying to know what it's like for a guy like me to be with a girl like you."

"I don't understand." I quietly mumbled, when he lifted my chin.

"I want to be with you." He seductively whispered, while I stared at him with glistening eyes. "I need you more than I ever have before, and we can't do this if you don't feel the same way back."

I glanced down at the floor, although his finger on my chin was making it hard to avoid his gaze. My eyes averted to his, and slowly trailed down to his lips. I leaned forward, letting my lips softly touch Jimin's before pulling away. "I like you to Jimin."

He softly grabbed my hand. "Does that mean I can call you mine?"

I hesitantly nodded, not because I didn't know if I wanted him, but from the way his eyes devoured mine. His lips curved into a faint smile, before he leaned in again, but this time, was stopped by the sound of boiling water. I giggled at Jimin's facial expression, which was slightly startled, but also somewhat confused.

"I think that's a sign trying to tell us to stop." I playfully nudged his shoulder.

"I think it's telling me how thirsty you are." He smirked, harshly grabbing onto my waist.

"Just help me make the noodles, lover boy." I said before pinching his nipple, knowing it would hurt.

After what seemed like hours of fooling around in the kitchen, we finished with one, decent looking, plate of pasta.

"Ladies first." Jimin slid a fork towards me.

"Why thank you." I dramatically bowed, flipping all my hair back as I lifted my head up.

"Is it as bad as it looks?" Jimin licked his lips as he watched my facial expression continue to change.

I twirled some of the pasta around my fork, lifting the fork to his mouth. For some reason, we didn't realize that we were being very sensual with each other, or at least I wasn't realizing it. I pulled the fork out his mouth, raising my brows as I waited until he gave me a reaction. He place both of his thumbs up, making my lips curved into a smile.

"It's so good, right?" I pointed to the bowl. "Maybe we should leave a little bit for Brooke and Hoseok."

"Knock knock!" Brooke's voice was heard from out side the door, making my heart jump. "Hurry and open, it's freezing out here."

I quickly pulled the door open, letting Brooke and Hoseok inside. Their cheeks were red from all the cold and windiness outside. They're the ones who begged to sleep in the tent. Hoseok sniffed the air, smelling the pasta on the counter.

"Aha." He pointed to the plate as if he's caught us committing a crime. "You're trying to keep all the food for yourselves."

"Actually, I was gonna save you guys some." I said while raising my brows. "It's not my fault you two wanted to camp outside so badly."

"That means we have to starve?" Brooke hissed as she shoved me out of my seat. "Hoseok, this pasta belongs to us now."

They grabbed new forks and began to eat from the bowl. I looked over at Jimin, and nodded my head towards the room. He slowly shut the door behind him, and sat next to me on the bed.

"What?" I softly chuckled when I noticed him staring at me.

Jimin bit his bottom lip, as a faint smile appeared onto his face. "You're just so beautiful, and I can't handle myself around you anymore."

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"Don't you think that they're getting along awfully well for people that despise each other?" Brooke lowered her fork as she whispered.

"What?" Hoseok raised his brow. "You think that they're keeping something from us?"

"I don't know." Brooke pursed her lips. "They just seem comfortable with each other all of a sudden.

"Maybe they're just talking." She shrugged it off.

"It's too quiet." Hoseok wiggled his brows.

"What if they're sleeping?" Brooke suggested.

"Or.." Hoseok stood. "What if the only reason it's quiet is because her mouth's full with something else?"

Brooke's eyes widened as her and Hoseok both ran to the door, trying to beat each other to it. He used his finger to silence her, and pressed his ear to the door. All of a sudden, Hoseok's jaw fell to the floor and his face went pale. Brooke quickly pulled him back into the kitchen. "What did you hear?"

"I think—

"You think what—?!" Brooke shook his shoulders.

"I think Jimin and Rae are dating."