4 | dumplings and desires

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Y/N'S POV

If Satan came to lure me right now, I would have happily faked ignorance and followed him if that meant slowing down the time that was quickly ticking away.

I had spent the last two hours pacing around my room, freaking out about the kisses that I supposedly owed to Jimin.

You better be prepared.

I let out a frustrated groan. How exactly did he want me to prepare? Did he think I was going to feel self-conscious and repeatedly rinse my mouth with mint mouthwash, chew breath fresheners and constantly do breath checks or what?

Shaking my head, I opened my mouth and blowed hard onto the palm of my hand, not realising that I was doing exactly what I didn't want to. Despite constantly trying to make myself believe that I didn't want to kiss Jimin, I was acting like an inexperienced high schooler about to have her first kiss.

"I've never regretted having a minty breath so much before." I mumbled under my breath, eyeing the picture of Korean dumplings that had popped up on my SNS feed.

"Should I try eating something garlicky? Once bitten and twice shy, that jerk will never ask to kiss me again." Snickering to myself, I tried to imagine Jimin's face when he'd lean in to kiss me, only to be forced to pull away due to the strong odour.

But all that came to mind was a flustering image of Jimin's heated, liquid gaze as I pictured him cupping my face and deepening a rather innocent peck into an open mouthed French kiss.

"Woah," I shook my head, slapping myself on the cheeks repeatedly. "I must be insane."

"Insanely hot!" Someone spoke and almost on a reflex, my head turned towards the window, a small shocked gasp leaving my mouth as I saw Jimin sitting on my windowsill, his lean frame allowing him to sit comfortably in the small space as he waved at me dramatically.

Repressing my frustration, I pinched the bridge of my nose before letting out a sigh and walking towards him. "When the fvck are you going to stop giving me a heart attack, Jimin? Can't you act like a normal human being and use the door?"

"I did use the door last time but that didn't seem to help much." The boy answered cheekily as I blinked. He did have a point there. It wasn't his fault that he was sneaky as fvck and I, a total klutz was as jumpy as a person could be.

"And how many times have I told you to stop perving on me?" I crossed my arms, suddenly feeling conscious as my brain processed the fact that he'd just called me insanely hot to my face.

"Who said I was talking about you?" Jimin smirked, knowing exactly what I was talking about. "You must think pretty highly of yourself, huh?" He taunted, holding up a bag of takeout food.

Dumplings.

"I was talking about these." He shook the bag in front of my face, lips pulled into a crooked smile.

Speechless, I shut my mouth wanting to bury myself six feet under. I was mortified.

"Oh come on now, don't be embarrassed." Jimin chided teasingly but I didn't miss the amused undertone in his voice. Regardless of what he spoke, he was greatly enjoying toying with me, teasing me with stupid innuendos and watching my reactions.

"Oh please," I decided to fake my confidence. There was no way I was going to let him intimidate me so easily. "I'm just thinking how very annoying you are."

"At that rate you should absolutely detest me when I kiss you, no?" Jimin stood up, placing the paper bag on my table before stepping towards me, his gait relaxed. Swallowing hard, I stepped backwards, clenching and unclenching my sweaty hands.

What was with the look in his eyes? It was making my heart hammer against my chest in a way that it was hard to breathe.

My mouth felt unusually dry as I took a quick moment to analyse how his eyes looked a lot clearer and brighter than before, his skin regaining a little bit of it's original healthy pink flush back, making him look even more handsome than before.

"Jimin." I breathed out hoarsely, almost like I needed to say his name more than anything else, but Jimin was way too close now, our noses almost touching and his lips hovering right above mine.

Sucking in a breath, I noticed how both his hands were tucked into his jeans' pockets, the outsoles of his Dr. Martens touching my bare toes as he leaned in to get at my eye level while his own eyes were fixated on my mouth.

Breathing through my nose, so as to not break the moment, I let my eyes flutter closed just as Jimin attached his lips to mine, starting out gentle and slow as I stood frozen into my place for what seemed like an eternity, heat spreading through my veins like molten lava.

Breathing hard, I found myself wrapping my hands around his arms as he lightly bit on my lower lip and an unguarded moan slipped past my lips, the unfamiliar sound echoing inside the room and reverberating inside my whole body.

Shocked that I had the ability to produce a sound that lewd, I pulled away abruptly, staring at Jimin wordlessly as he smirked wickedly and swept a thumb across his lower lip, sucking in the blood that I realised was seeping from the little cut I had accidentally given him in a hurry to push him away. But damn me, if he looked fazed in the least.

"Oh my god," I choked out, covering my mouth as I tried to calm my uneven breathing and racing heartbeat. "What in theโ€”"

"I told you I was a good kisser." Jimin cut me off, slipping a hand around the back of my neck and the other around my waist as he wedged his knee between my legs, completely pinning me against the cold wall. I gasped as I felt his thigh rub against my most private parts and I whimpered despite the thick layers of denim separating us.

And after that, it was a frenzy.

A frenzy to pull each other as close as possible and to obliterate whatever distance there was between us. It was like we'd forgotten to breathe. Jimin groaned, his breathing laboured as he grinded hard against me, delving deep into my mouth and biting, licking and sucking on my lips constantly without even waiting to catch his breath.

"Fvck, so goddamn sweet." He muttered deep in his throat and something in my lower abdomen fluttered as he continued devouring my mouth. "I should've decided to quit a long time ago."

The word quit made my eyes flutter open as I witnessed exactly how deeply intent Jimin was on kissing me until all our breath ran out and something about the raw intensity of those few seconds made my heart thunder in my chest.

He was supposed to kiss me whenever he had an urge but right now, it didn't seem that simple at all. He was taking what he wanted and as much as he wanted and I could do nothing but moan in response.

"T-The dumplings!" I pushed him away realising that I needed an excuse and a quick one to make him stop. "I need to eat them before they get cold. It would be such a waste otherwise."

Practically dodging him, I made way towards the table but Jimin was quick to spin around and grab my wrist reminding me how quick and athletic he really was. Why wouldn't he be? He'd been dancing ever since he was nine.

"Who said you could push me away in the middle of a kiss?"

I didn't know a single kiss lasted this long.

But I simply shrugged, freeing my hand to grab the paper bag. Digging inside, I brought out the disposable wooden chopsticks, pulling them apart and opening the containers of soy and chilli sauce.

"I need to eat." Proceeding to sit on the table, I smiled cheekily at him, shovelling a dumpling into my mouth and chewing happily.

Jimin narrowed his eyes at me, clearly reading through my intentions but the faint smile creeping onto his face was unmistakable as he walked towards me leisurely, slowly running a hand through his luxurious hair, fluffing them up pushing them away in a well-practiced, perfected move.

I resisted the urge to blush. At five, I'd thought he looked absolutely ridiculous running his hand through his hair like that. His hair had been a bold black at that time but now nothing was the same. Neither was he the same sweet, ebony haired boy from my childhood nor was the way he flicked his golden blonde hair anywhere even close to cute.

All he exuded now was raw sexuality.

And I couldn't handle it.

Not without completely blowing my cover at least. And if Jimin learnt that I actually was completely head over heels for him except my absolute hatred for his habits and despite my stubbornly pretentious act that I wasn't in the least attracted to him, he was never going to let me hear the end of it.

"Let me make one thing very clear though." My eyes snapped to meet his as I noticed that he'd positioned herself right atop my bed and had been checking me out the entire time I was busy zoning out.

"Since in our case, a cigarette is equal to a kiss, I hold every right to kiss you when and wherever I want." He licked his lips. "And for as long as I like. Because before entering into this arrangement with you, I could smoke whenever, wherever and for as long as I wanted."

My mouth fell open as I slammed down my chopsticks. "That's downright unfair. You were the one who initiated the deal and now you want it to be on your terms as well? I say no! You can't have your cake and eat it too."

"Trust me, Y/N." Jimin grinned, eyes shining with barely concealed hilarity. "I can."

My face burned. Even though I didn't understand what was so funny, I was smart enough to know that it couldn't mean anything good.

Biting my lip, I flung a dumpling at him, glaring at him furiously as he lost his shit, falling back into the bed laughing. "Oh god, you're so fvcking cute." He managed to say in between laughs, flicking away tears of happiness.

I closed my eyes and slumped against the table. "Just get out, Jimin. Seriously. Before I kick your butt."

Jimin got up instantly, eyeing me solemnly. "Okay, little miss innocent. Make sure to keep your windows locked at night though." He mumbled with complete seriousness as he slipped out the window. "Who knows...there might be cake thiefs out there."

And then he laughed.

Jerk.

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