Stay With Me

Call it a cultural difference – but I still couldn’t quite understand the excitement behind the whole barbeque idea. A quick look on Wikipedia told me that these restaurants were one of the most popular of choices among the South Korean populace when it came to enjoying a meal out together. For the price of where we were going I’d imagine that they’d at least cook the food for us –but my father had given me more than enough to cover all of our meals in his attempt to get me out of the house.

It wasn’t until I stepped inside the quant space of Byeokje Galbi did I gain a bit of understanding behind the appeal of it all. Couples and groups of people seemed to relish in the experience of cooking and feeding each other – and the smell was awesome.

“Do you like Korean beef, Jenna?” Namjoon smiled warmly at me as I followed behind the guys toward the back of the restaurant to a table already laid out for us – ensuring a bit of privacy for the group I was with.

“I’m not sure, it smells good though.” I slid into my seat across from him, Jungkook and a stone-faced Yoongi. Regardless of the big ball of tension I felt in the pit of my stomach from our close proximity without Jimin by my side, he looked as he was oblivious to the fact that I was even here.

I wasn’t sure why but he obviously wasn’t my biggest fan – not that I had anticipated everyone’s acceptance to begin with, but it was a strong contrast to everyone else’s warm personality. Jimin had assured me that the guy of little to no words was harmless, but in our brief interactions with each other he had said more than a couple in his native language that I couldn’t understand – all of which pointed toward an unfavorable view.

“This place serves only high-end hanwoo,” Hoseok smiled in the seat beside me, thankfully between myself and Jin.

“Mmmm the beef galbi is amazing, you have to try it.” Taehyung draped his arm around me as he pointed to my menu.

Even though I tried to make out the block like letters – his touch brought my boyfriend to the forefront of my mind and all I could process was his looming absence. He had explained to me via text that he had something he had to take care of before he could join us, but Namjoon had requested a table only for seven.

“Isn’t Jimin coming later?”

“Jimin is with Mr. Kim, I don’t know that he’ll make it.” Namjoon glanced up at me.

I shifted a little uncomfortably as I felt for my phone in my pocket, hoping to feel the buzz of another text message that I was apparently so good at missing. The plan was to tell the guys about us and I certainly didn’t feel qualified enough for the task. Words and I did battle on a regular basis and I didn’t know how to start or if I was even supposed to. I barely knew the six people at this table and I was sure to say the wrong things, so how was I supposed to wiggle out of Taehyungs casual embrace without looking like a complete jerk?

“You and Jimin seem to be good friends. Your dad had said you’d spoken with him before the rest of us when we were all introduced, how did you guys meet?” Hoseok asked, casually brushing Taehyungs hand from my shoulder.

Did he know? I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I looked over at him. There was something in his eyes that hinted toward understanding; however Jimin hadn’t said he told anyone yet. He was politely waiting for a reply, as were the rest of them – and I figured this much was in the realm of my capabilities.

“Well.. it’s kind of funny..” I laughed a little and even I could hear my nervousness. It was the best opener I had and I did my best not to fidget. Five out of six eyes were watching me and I felt the same kind of fear I had when it was my turn for project presentations in science class prickle at the base of my neck. I picked at my thumb nail in my lap, my non-fidget mission already failing completely.

“I had just started unpacking and my dad left his medication at home. He wasn’t answering his phone and I tried to bring it to him at the company but the security guards wouldn’t let me inside. I ended up sneaking in anyway, and I ran into Jimin..”

Best to leave the naked locker room part out.

“I hadn’t eaten and I was so exhausted from the plane ride that I fainted and actually, I stopped
breathing. Jimin.. well..”

I could feel blush of heat creep over my cheeks when I thought back to that moment. The heartbeats, his arms, and even his attitude problem sent a familiar warmth through my chest that was so easy to get lost in. I tried to bring myself back to the present as Namjoon quietly translated for Jungkook and Yoongi – the last of whom finally acknowledged my presence as he looked in my direction for the first time since the almost fight in the makeup room.

“He saved me.”

“Yahhhhh, Jimin did? And he didn’t tell us? That’s not like him.” Taehyung was baffled and the sounds of awe the others made told me they shared the sentiment. I could understand a little. My boyfriend was many things, but humble wasn’t one of them. The thought made me smile.

“Well.. it’s no secret that he wasn’t pleased about my Dad changing a lot of things as far as Bangtan is concerned – so he was pretending to not know English to try to stay clear of him. As a thank you for helping me I told him I’d pretend to teach him so he could keep up the act.”
Best to leave out the black mail too, even though they’d probably understand.

“How did he get your picture though?”

I looked over at Jin, blinking a few times. “Huh?”

He shrugged, fiddling with his chopsticks, “I saw your picture in his phone.”

“Oh, I.. um.. I think that was my phone, actually. I left it at the company and he was holding it for me.”

“Ahhh,” Hoseok nodded in understanding toward me and I was thankful for his compliance. I took a sip of my water to try to cool down. Jimin hadn’t left it a secret that he had looked over my pictures when he held my phone as ransom, but what that meant then and now were two different ballgames.

“You okay Kookie?” Namjoon rubbed the younger man’s shoulder whose eyes seem to be lost in his phone regardless of my rambling. The slump of his shoulders hinted to something being wrong, but I wasn’t sure.

“Uh.. it’s my Moms birthday. They’re having cake, and, I miss her.” Were those tears in his eyes? I looked toward Namjoon for clarification, nervous I had said something completely dumb.

“He misses his Mom, it’s her birthday today.” He said politely in my direction. I automatically wanted to slide under the table as the feeling of intrusion washed over me.

“Oh.. I’m sorry. I understand though.” I offered, fiddling with my own eating utensils as Namjoon seemed to offer my sympathies in Korean.

“Yah, how can she understand? Her Dad takes her with him everywhere like a briefcase.”
I joined the others in looking towards Yoongi as he finally broke his silence since our arrival. The only difference between myself and the others was their stares were filled with daggers against mine laced in complete and utter confusion.

“Yoongi, quiet!”

Hoseok placed a gentle hand on my shoulder, taking away my attention from the obviously annoyed member and an angry leader. “Is your mom still in America?”

“No.. she um, she passed away. A year ago next month.”

The people who could understand me grew silent, all except Namjoon who leaned over Jungkook to backhand Yoongis head. “Her mom is dead asshole, feel better now?”

Jungkooks eyes that were only a bit teary before brimmed with water as he looked up at me and the action sent me back peddling. The innocence and pain in those eyes tugged at a place in my heart that was only reserved for one who held the exact gaze many nights in a hospital bed. Austin.

The overwhelming need to give the comfort I had wanted to give my younger brother but never did filled my chest past rationalization. “Oh no. Please.. please don’t cry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Before I knew what I was doing, my hand moved across the table to cover his. The feeling of realization of my action hit me when I felt Yoongis eyes on me, and when I peered over before awkwardly retracting my hand I noticed his gaze held something a bit different than the annoyance or usual blankness he’d cast in my direction the few times before.

“Got room for one more?”

His voice settled my anxiousness almost immediately and even if I wanted to there was no hiding my look of relief to see him standing there, pulling Taehyung from his seat to claim it for himself.

“Does Mr. Kim know you’re here?”

Jimin looked up at Namjoon, a grin of pure mischief plastered on his features. “He will soon I’m sure. Yahh.. everything looks so good, huh? What are we eating?”

Finally he smiled at me and the school girl part of myself that gave wake when he came into my life was basically doing cartwheels as I returned his smile.

The waiter came and took our orders, displaying a whole lot of patience when it came to my time to decide. My boyfriend, however, only had enough in his limited supply to watch me struggle with my selection for five seconds.

“She’ll have what I’m having.” Jimin draped his arm around me and the action didn’t seem escape anyone’s notice. The waiter jotted down whatever order Jimin placed in my stead on a notepad before leaving our table and I was the only one to watch him leave. It was of no surprise that Jimin wouldn’t waste any time in our confession, but as I felt numerous sets of eyes burning a hole through his hand on my shoulder I felt like I was about dive in head first into a pool full of ice cubes.

“Jenna was just telling us how you guys met, we didn’t realize how close you were.” Hoseok was the first to break the silence as I shifted in my seat. Regardless of my fear, there was no turning back now- this had to be done. At least I didn’t have to do this by myself anymore and I focused on my thankfulness that the more vocal person out of this secret relationship was finally here to take the wheel.

“Yeahhh… about that.”

My heart started to pound as I looked down at the table, my entire body feeling as stiff as a board. A whole bunch of ‘what if’ scenarios started to play out in my mind at lightning speed and each one of them had a bad outcome. All I was certain of was that I couldn’t come between Jimin and his members – I wouldn’t. If they didn’t understand or agree to support us, a goodbye would be sure to follow. A goodbye I wasn’t sure I’d know how to say.

“What I’m about to say needs to stay here, and I need to know that as my brothers first – I can trust you.”

The blur of Korean he used sounded serious, but I couldn’t bring myself to look up for a reaction on anyone’s faces just yet.

“What is going on Jimin? You know you can trust us.” I felt Hoseok shift beside me.

“It’s not going to make a lot of sense and I don’t expect anyone to be able to understand – hell even I didn’t in the beginning. When it comes down to it though the only thing you need to know is that I’m in love with Jenna, and we’re together now.”

Silence.

“Are you crazy Jimin!? That’s Mr. Clark’s daughter! There’s no way you’re going to get away with this.” Namjoon was spitting fire.

Obviously the cat was out of the bag. I swallowed, feeling myself start to sink lower into my chair.

“I know it’s not going to be easy, and so does she. Regardless, I’m not letting her go. As my brother and not my leader, I hope you’ll support us.”

“How can you love someone you just met a little over week ago?”

“This girl,” I felt his fingers Jimins fingers squeeze my arm and I did my best to keep from toppling sideways. “She’s taught me more about life in a weeks’ time than I will probably ever know for the rest of mine. She’s lost everything, but she still keeps going. Everything inside of me comes alive when I’m with her and I refuse to let that go.”

“If she makes you happy, Hyung – I won’t say anything, I swear.” Jungkooks soft voice almost made me look up, almost.

“This is going to end badly Jimin.”

“Only if you open your mouth, Hyung.”

“I know if I was to fall in love, I’d want you guys to support me. If we don’t have each other’s backs at times like these how are we ever going to have a chance to live life the way we want with all the rules of the company? Do you guys intend to never be in a relationship as long as you’re in the group?” Hoseok, bless him, patted my arm. The action gave me confidence to look up and I was automatically met with his warm smile. I realized that I genuinely liked the guy.

“Is this why you dyed my hair Jimin? Because you knew I was trying to get to know your girlfriend?”

Jin looked almost hurt. It’s not like I had led the guy on, what was with the dramatics?

“Ahhh it looks good on you though!” Jimin was beaming, leaning over to tussle Jins hair.

“How come you’re the one to get the girl? It’s because of your abs, I need abs.” Taehyung for some reason thought this would be an appropriate time to strip, lifting the bottom of his shirt and rubbing over his stomach. I looked away quickly, overly confused as he and Jimin cracked up laughing.

“Alright Jimin, but you really need to try harder in the group okay? Don’t let your relationship cause us hardships.”

“Yahhhh. Is she the three hour jog?”

Jimin whacked Taehyung off the side of the head before leaning in close to me. “You can relax now.”

I ran a hand through my hair as I finally allowed myself to glance at the faces of the people sitting around the table. Everyone seemed to be smiling – some a bit more than others, all but one. Yoongi met my eyes for a brief moment as the waiter returned with the food.

“You’re family now, Jenna.” Hoseok put a piece of freshly cooked beef in the bowl of rice in front of me with his chopsticks as I tried to figure out how to hold mine.

Jimins hands were automatically over my own as he guided the utensils to their proper place, the smile he wore was absolutely gorgeous. It wasn’t until I saw that smile that shone through his eyes that I allowed myself to fully relax. “Thank you, Hoseok.”

Soon there was another piece of cooked meat next to Hoseoks and I looked up to meet the warm smile that was all Austin as Jungkook gave a small bow, “Can I call you Nonna?”

“Awww, our Jungkookie. So cuuuuuuute! But you already did in your sleep on movie night.”

Jimin laughed, soon joined by Hoseok as they both clapped their hands in delight.

The flush of Jungkooks face had me confused in my resonating protective mode as I nudged Jimin. “Don’t tease him..”

“He wants to call you Nonna,” He smiled, kissing my cheek as he pulled me closer.

Um. I looked for help.

“It’s a term of endearment, what someone in Korea would call someone that’s like an older sister. Like, if Jimin is older than you he’s your Oppa now, cause he’s your boyfriend.” Taehyung took a big bite of food as he explained

Realization from an earlier taxi ride tugged at the corner of my memory and came to full fruition as Jimin laughed by my side. To everyone else the cause behind his fit of giggles could be because I gave up on the whole institution of chopsticks and Jimin was trying to feed me like a toddler – but he knew the reason and I couldn’t be mad because of well, the obvious cuteness of the situation. I gave his thigh a light squeeze anyway.

“I’d be happy to be your um, Nonna.” I smiled at the flushed faced boy.

I was the last to catch the motion as the table quieted down, but the hush that hovered over the group was stemmed by another pair of chopsticks putting a piece of broccoli alongside the other food items the guys had gifted me in my bowl. Yoongis chopsticks.

He didn’t say anything, just gave me a brief look before focusing his attention on feeding himself. The rest of the guys however couldn’t let the moment pass.

“Ahhhhhhhhh Yoongi-gah, you’re so handsome, you know?!” Hoseok leaned over the table to shake his shoulder as everyone else joined in on the praise.

“Yah! I’m trying to eat here!” He said, mouth full of food as he ducked away from the onslaught of touches.

I felt smiling lips on my cheek and I allowed myself the luxury of leaning into it. There were still so many obstacles we were going to face – but with one down my confidence in the possibilities of us actually working out seemed to get stronger by the second.

Watching Jimin interact lightheartedly with the guys and their abounding playfulness with each other had all of the attributes of what I’d always envisioned a family should be. The kind my father and I never could make with just the two of us left. Even though I was the obvious awkward one in the situation and didn’t speak their language, each one did their best in their own way to welcome me into their tight knit circle. Not only had I been gifted with the kind of relationship I thought could only exist in fairy tales – I was given new friendships as well. The thought warmed my heart more than I’d ever be able to say.

“Do you know how beautiful you are when you smile like that?” He whispered against my ear, sending my heart racing.

“No making out at the table!” Taehyung waved his chopsticks.

“What, like this?”

I was about to object, but there was no use. His hands had my face in an instant as he gave me my second ever public display of affection experience – right on the mouth, in front of everyone.

“Yah! Are you trying to eat her face?”

I couldn’t tell you who it was that spoke, or even my name at the moment as I sat frozen in my seat.

“Speaking of desert,” He smirked against my lips as I tried to remember I had legs. If I did, I couldn’t feel them. “We gotta go.”

“Where are you going?”

“On a date. Hyung, play damage control?” Jimin pulled me from my seat.

Yup, still had legs. I held tightly to his hand just in case they disappeared from underneath me.

“Oh, um. Dinner is on me, okay?” I dug for the wad of color money my father had given me that afternoon and held it toward Namjoon who politely declined.

“Oh no, Jenna this is our treat.”

“I fully support this relationship!” Taehyung lifted a hand, his eyes glued to the won.

Jimin took the money from my hand and shoved it into my back pocket as I tried to give it to the bouncing boy instead. “I’ll be back late.”

“Not too late, Jimin. Jenna – keep him in line will you?” Namjoon asked me, a quiet plea in his eyes.

“Have you met him?” I motioned helplessly to my better half as he happily dragged me away.

-

In all of the interviews Jimin had taken part in there were always a slew of the same recycled questions in regards to his ideal first date if he had a girlfriend. Due to what some would call a lack of creativity he’d always given the same uninteresting answer – go for a nice walk and hold hands. It was the only PG part of his entire persona and all the fans were quite content with his answer. Even so, no one ever really understood the concept of what he meant. It may have seemed boring and lacking any romantic charms – but it was indeed all he dreamed he could do without having even an ounce of fear of being seen, especially now.

Having just gotten the assurance from his members that they’d support his relationship and feeling stronger in their ability to overcome the obstacles ahead – the need to be careful was a bit more on the forefront of his mind. Things were working out so well and one wrong move could blow this house of cards tumbling down. The line of caution and the desire to spend an evening as normal couples do was a one of extreme importance but so very hard for him to maintain. All it took was one look from her and his body would react in ways he had felt powerless to control even since the day they had first met. If anything, his inability to hold himself back was now heighted with the knowledge of how amazing it was to kiss her, touch her and be completely wrapped up in her to the point where he couldn’t tell where she began and he ended.

As he held her hand and they walked toward the bakery, his heart wanted nothing more than to slow down their pace and just stroll lazily along as the others around them did. He wanted to take off his mask; drape his arm around her and enjoy being near her as if it was completely acceptable to outside world. The desire for this was stronger than he ever thought it ever could be now, but the evils of jealousy and marketing were listed in each and every contract in all of the entertainment business throughout South Korea and he had signed his name on the dotted line.

If he wanted to love Bangtan and if he wanted to love his A.R.M.Y, he wasn’t supposed to make room for someone else on his hearts distribution list, not like this. He knew there were tried and true fans – ones that would write him thousands of letters wishing him all of the happiness in the world. Jimin loved them more than he’d ever be able to express and he’d push himself harder with each opportunity on every performance and fan signing to show them how much they meant to him. They had never been just fans, but friends he’d lose himself speaking to on a video camera in the practice room or making smile through blog updates. He had created such a connection with his A.R.M.Y’s that he had wished he could share the knowledge that he’d found this beautiful love with each of them personally – but he never could. Not only would he risk losing them, but he’d risk ruining the careers of the six guys he regarded as the truest of family.

Regardless, this feeling of completion that recently came into his life was all due to this one person’s presence. Being with her provided a wholeness that he could never afford to lose and parting ways wasn’t even an option for him anymore. Whatever time brought they would face it side by side and even if the world was set on fire, as long as she was there – he’d feel strong enough to fight against the flames.

As they turned the corner Jimin peaked through the glass windows of the café, trying to survey
the small amount of customers inside. There was an older couple and a three high school girls sitting at a corner table by the door. One proudly had an EXO patch embroidered onto her backpack, and Jimin silently prayed to every available higher source as he lead Jenna inside that the group of girls were so into his fellow idols that they’d never even heard of him. They all seemed pretty interested in their Iphones more than each other and their surroundings, but he still ducked his head as they walked past to make their way to the counter.

He stood behind her, taking a quick glance behind him to ensure they hadn’t noticed him before pulling his mask from his face to let it rest around his neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “Do you like chocolate?” He smiled against her ear.

“Mmm, hot chocolate?”

He pressed a kiss to her cheek when she smiled up at him, “With whipped cream, and let’s get a couple of cupcakes too.”

“Whatever you want.” Jenna gently rubbed his arms as she looked over the selection in display case.

“Reaaaaallly? Cause I may want more than cupcakes..” He smirked into her neck, pressing a soft kiss there.

He was only lost for a moment, just allowing himself this brief second of playfulness when he looked up to see the flustered face of the girl who had quietly made her way from the backroom to stand in front of them behind the register. The look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, and her hand that she wasn’t smart enough to realize he could see clear as day was gripping her phone behind the drawer as she smiled nervously at him. “Can I help you?”

“We gotta go..” He whispered, pulling up his mask to cover his face as he turned Jenna toward him.

“Jimin what’s wrong? We just got here.”

“Don’t say my name,” he breathed, taking her hand and turning towards the door but it was too late. The girls by the front table weren’t zoned out into Chanyeol fansites any longer – they were texting furiously, whispering to each other in hushed tones as they looked over him and then to Jenna who hid her face in his back. He needed to get her out of there and fast, but he needed to do some sort of damage control first.

Digging quickly into his pocket for his phone he snapped a picture of them – being sure to use the flash. Thankfully, they paused – obviously a bit more than confused by the role reversal.

“Yah,” He held up the phone for them to see. “You text one more person, I’ll send this picture to D.O and tell him to be on the lookout for the EXO anti-fan club leaders, alright?”

Petrified gasps filled the air as they shoved their phones in their pockets and bags, clearing away from the door as if it was about to give them leprosy. Jimin smirked behind his mask as he lead Jenna out the door. “Change of plans.”

“Where are we going?” She hurried beside him, looking over her shoulder then back up at him.
He didn’t have to look into her eyes to know that she was scared, and he hated himself for making yet another stupid mistake. “Is your Dad home?”

“I doubt it.”

“Let’s go.”

-

The ride to my house had felt a bit off. With how well everything had turned out with dinner I was anticipating the vibrant Jimin who left the restaurant almost skipping with delight to at least last for longer than twenty four hours. He wasn’t completely silent and he still held me close – but there was something different in his voice that I wasn’t sure if I should address just yet.

“Did you wanna watch a movie?” He asked as soon as we were in my living room, running a hand through his hair as he crouched in front of our DVD collection.

“Actually,” I moved to lean down behind him, draping my arm around his neck and kissing his cheek. “Did I ever tell you I’m an amazing baker?”

He raised his eyebrows, looking at me. “You didn’t.”

“Good cause I’m not - but I can I’m really good with adding eggs, water and oil into premade cake mixes.” I smiled, and thankfully he did too.

“Alright Chef, lead the way.”

I took his hand and lead him into the kitchen, still racking my brain as to what I could possibly do to make him smile. “Take a seat and watch the master work.”

He hopped onto the counter top and I could feel his eyes on me as I tried to gather the necessary ingredients. “Are you okay with red velvet? My Dad always makes sure we have an endless supply in the house – it’s his favorite.”

“Jenna?”

“Hmm?” I paused, putting the frosting and eggs down on the counter beside him.
He looked at me, tucking his bottom lip behind his teeth as he pulled me to stand between his legs. Brushing a strand of hair behind my ear, he sighed before nudging my chin up to look into his eyes, “I’m sorry.”

He had done absolutely nothing wrong, and confusion mixed with a hint of nervousness started to stir in my stomach. “For what?” I forced a whisper.

“I’m sorry that I can’t give you all the things a normal boyfriend could.”

Was he kidding? After everything he’d done for me? For the first time in so long I had happiness and I had tried my best to convey that last night. I obviously hadn’t done that well of a job. “No, Jimin you give me way more than any normal person ever could.”

“I couldn’t even take you out on a date..”

“Stop that.” I interrupted, taking his hands in mine as the need to fix this far surpassed the hesitancy I always had when it came to expressing my self. “Look, I would trade a thousand dates with guys that couldn’t ever come close to meaning what you mean to me for just one night like this with you.”

The corners of his mouth went upward in a small smile as he slid off the counter, pulling me against him. “You said you sucked with words. Remember that?”

“Yeah, you seem to be fixing that problem.” I draped my arms around his neck as he rested his forehead against mine.

“I really love you, do you know that Crazy?”

I smiled, pressing a quick kiss to his lips – “I hope you still do after you try my cupcakes.”
He smirked, and in a quick motion he turned me so my back was against the counter as he pressed his against mine. “I’m not feeling very much like cupcakes anymore.”

“Are you sur..” He pressed his lips fervently against my own, answering my question without allowing me time to completely ask it. The way he kissed me hinted to the same heated pace from before on the couch of their dorm practice room – the difference now was I had absolutely no reason to hold back and I did my best to match the rhythm he set against my mouth.

I started to feel light headed from both lack of oxygen as his tongue claimed my mouth and the sensation of heat that spread throughout my body as he ground his hips against mine. I gasped against his mouth at the sensation, and he seemed to feed off it as he slid his hands over my backside to push me into another roll of his hips.

“I want you,” He breathed against my mouth, pressing a few slow kisses against my lips. “Do you want me too?”

My entire body was on fire and I was sure if he moved away I’d probably fall to the floor. I tightened my arms around his neck as I tried to pull him even closer – not sure how he could possibly not know how badly I needed him. “Yes.”

Before I could process exactly what was happening, his hand was sliding over my stomach and pushed down past the band of my jeans. My fingertips dug into his shoulders as I clung to him when he slowly went past the thin fabric of my underwear – touching me in a way I’d never been touched before.

“Tell me..” He whispered against my mouth, sucking on my bottom lip.

“Please.. Jimin.”

My breathless plea wasn’t enough as he continued to tease me in exchange for my enemy that was words. I felt his finger slowly enter me and I moaned against him, but he held my hips captive with his arm as they of their own accord tried to grind against his hand. “Tell me Jenna.”

Heat spread through me like wildfire and I wasn’t sure I could speak anymore even if I wanted to, but as soon as the motion of his hand started to pick up its pace the unadulterated physical need for him overwhelmed me. “I want you.” I breathed, letting one of my arms release its anchored hold around him to run the palm of my hand over the bulge in his jeans. “I want you so badly it hurts.”

Whatever game he was playing no longer interested him as he released me and all but ripped the button off from the top of my jeans to yank apart my zipper. I was right there with him, not wanting to waste any time as I helped him push my pants off my hips then quickly went to work on his as he took off his shirt.

I would have been completely content with the kitchen floor at this point, but Jimin gripped the backs of my bare thighs to lift me into his arms. I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist, not helping the relocation he was trying to make to the living room as I kissed him deeply – adding to my list of firsts as I nudged his lips apart to claim his mouth as he had always claimed mine.

He backed onto the couch, and as he sat I released my hold on his waist with my legs and he adjusted them to straddle him before he took off my shirt. As he pulled at the clasps of my bra I paused for a moment as my brain caught up to our positioning. I was on top, and I had absolutely no clue if I would do this right. “Jimin..”

He seemed to sense my hesitancy, and as soon as he had rid me of my last article of clothing he moved his hands to my waist. Pressing his lips against mine he slowly kissed away my uncertainty as he guided my hips to allow himself entrance inside me. Even though my brain had questioned my ability, my body reacted to the feel of him as if it was made for just this act as I pushed myself down to take him in deeper.

As he thrust upward to meet my motions he moaned into my mouth which caused my mind to completely shut off and I allowed myself to fully give in to every movement he made. He guided the slow motion of my hips to a faster pace, each collision of our bodies taking longer to separate as I ground against him. His hand moved from my back to reach between us and as his thumb joined in on the friction we were creating I felt the wave of an oncoming orgasm grip at every fiber of my being.

“Jenna....” He breathed into my mouth, and no sooner did my name slip past his lips did I let the pleasure of him consume me. I felt his hips buckle underneath me as he pushed my hips upward to separate us as he finished and I collapsed against his chest – my body having absolutely no strength left to sit upright.

The feel of his lips on my shoulder forced my eyes to open and I meet his warm stare. He brushed my hair away from my forehead before pressing a few soft kisses to my lips. “Guess what?” He smiled against me.

“Hmm?”

“I love you.” He kissed me again.

“I love you too.”

“Guess what else?”

“What?” I leaned my head back, a bit confused as his smile turned into a slow smirk.

“I could totally go for some cupcakes now."

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