Make out?

Despite being pretty winded, you tilted your head to look at Jimin in confusion.

"Wh—what now?" You breathed out, still clutching his shoulders.

"As I said," Jimin smirked at you. "Step two requires a wee bit more...practice."

You didn't like the sound of that.

"Okay." His hand, which was earlier pressed against the small of your back, now slipped out of your shirt.

His fingers started caressing patterns on the skin of your thigh, pulling you up against his chest. His bare skin felt hot, almost feverish against your palms. The material of your shirt being thin, you were sure that he could feel your heart race uncontrollably against his chest.

"Now what?" You whispered against the crook of his neck, and he shivered.

Instead of replying, Jimin moved his lips to your neck, kissing the soft skin there. Your lips parted in a content sigh as his teeth once again grazed your skin, provoking further the butterflies in your stomach.

You felt like a mess as he set to work on you, not knowing what to do. So you tried your best to copy his movements, moving your own lips to his jaw and kissing.

"Better." He smirked against your skin, his free hand tangling in your hair and pulling back your head.

You looked at him in slight confusion, but his smirk simply widened as he ducked his head. Jimin's mouth moved down the crook of your neck, planting open-mouthed kisses along the length of your collarbone.

The sensation felt unreal. A sound conveying pure bliss ripped from your throat.

Jimin looked up at you, grinning wildly. "Enjoying yourself, babygirl?"

Shut up. Please.

The real shocker, though, came when he moved back to your collar, his teeth coming down hard on your skin in a mix of pleasure and pain.

"What—" You recoiled in horror, looking at the boy in indignation. "Are you trying to bite me?"

Jimin seemed a little annoyed. "Well, what did you think I was doing?"

"That's not—"

"Oh, don't tell me you didn't like it." He rolled his eyes.

You bit your lip. Well, I kind of did, but that's not relevant. Not completely, anyway.

His free hand moved to the neck of your shirt, unbuttoning the first few buttons. Jimin glided his lips over your skin, reaching the beginning of the curve of your chest, sucking and nibbling. The fluttering in your stomach intensified as his other hand slipped just under the top of your shorts, hooking his fingers on the top.

Your insides were going crazy.

"Jimin..." You whisper-moaned his name as his teeth nipped at your earlobe, kissing the side of your face.

"Yes, babygirl?" He mimicked your tone, kissing you again.

"I..." You swallowed against his lips, losing all control. "Don't stop."

He grinned in victory. "Wouldn't dream of it."

You felt something hot coil in your stomach as both of his hands moved to the back of your thighs, lips never abandoning your skin. "Jump." He instructed.

You frowned.

Jimin sighed again before tapping the back of your thighs. "Wrap your legs around my waist." He slightly lifted your leg at the knee, reaching his waist. "Like this."

You nodded suspiciously.

"Okay." His hands slipped back behind your thighs. "Jump."

You jumped.

Wrapping your legs around his waist the way he had instructed, you almost screeched when he caught you by the thighs.

"You're going to drop me, you—"

"Y/N!" Jimin glared at you, darkly. "I'm strong enough! I am not going to drop you!"

You scowled, glaring back before wrapping your arms tightly around his neck and pressing yourself into his chest.

He sighed, walking over to the kitchen counter before setting you down on the cold surface. "Is this okay?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, exasperated.

You nodded like a little kid.

Jimin smiled at little at your cute expression, leaning down to press his forehead against yours. "I won't let you fall, okay? I'll never let you fall."

You nodded a little.

He stared at you for a moment before leaning in, reattaching his lips to yours. There was something magnetic about his gaze, something like hesitation and a hell lot of attraction. "Come on," he said, softly, between little kisses. "Try again."

And this time, you kissed back.

Properly.

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"Are you sure?"

Taehyung nodded, playing a little with the cuff of his shirt, his head tilted slightly to one side. "Jimin's roommate, I believe. They look quite close."

Jungkook studied him carefully, the lines of his face, the amused tilt to the corner of his mouth. "I haven't talked to him for days, so I'm not sure," he said, keeping his tone casual and light. "But I think so. Jimin won't be too invested in her, and I don't really know what she's like, anyway."

A sudden, knife-like grin tore through the other boy's face, a short chuckle leaving him almost willingly. "She's sharp, that much I can tell." His lips quirked up further into a wider grin. "A little awkward, probably not used to socializing, so she might face problems making friends in Seoul. Almost adorable, really."

Jungkook's jaw tightened ever so slightly, and he nodded, leaning back in his seat. Taehyung still had the usual trademark crooked smile lining his lips, a smile he had seen maybe thousands of times, never appearing before the beginning of anything good.

Yet, he could never bring himself to stop him.

"She's new, though," he said, biting the inside of his cheek. "And maybe Jimin—"

"Park doesn't give two shits about what happens to his roommate." Abruptly, he was interrupted by Taehyung, who rested his elbows on the glass table-top. Something had changed about his expression, rendering it almost cold. "I know that sounds wrong, but it's the truth, Jeon. You of all people should know that."

"He's never had a roommate before," Jungkook countered, brow furrowing, shoulders tensing defensively. "You don't know what he might be like with her—he could actually treat her as someone permanent, for all you know—"

Taehyung silenced him with a single look. The younger boy cut himself off when he noticed the look on the other's face, clenching his jaw and staring back.

"That's," he started, then paused. "Irrelevant."

Jungkook barked out a laugh, shaking his head and freezing a smile on to his face. "If you're so into her, Kim, I really want to see what she's like."

At his words, Taehyung eased, steepling his fingers and turning his gaze to somewhere faraway. "I'm not saying she's different, exactly, but still." His tongue peeked from between his parted lips, dark eyes dancing like flames on coal. "I'm interested. Much more than Jimin ever will be."

He pulled a bright smile on to his face, turning to look at Jungkook with the familiar curious, almost puppy-like eyes. "You can understand that, can't you?"

The younger male softened his expression, sighing and letting his half-lidded eyes close completely. "The party's still on, isn't it?"

"It is."

"And I take it that she's going to be there?"

"Correct."

"Alright," he said, smiling wearily. "This might be interesting, after all. What's her name?"

At this, a faraway look clouded Taehyung's expression. His smile's brightness faded, his gaze turned less sharp, his posture relaxing. Yet, the evidence of fascination still remained.

"Y/N."