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The Proposal part 2 |M|

Description: You’re tired of being alone for years without a boyfriend so you propose a deal to Jimin. Little did you know your little affair will unfold to be more than secret kisses at night.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

word count: 6.9k

tags: smut, public sex, oral sex, fluff if you squint your eyes really hard

Part 1

God, he is so hot. You sighed as you leaned in on the desk, your eyes fixated on the man that was speaking to one of his friends. Everything about him was just... godly. His tall, toned build. The way his eyes curled when he smiled and the deep dimples that made themselves present whenever his toothy grin stretched across his face. He was sporting a simple hoodie and a beanie today with ripped jeans and you never thought an outfit could look so good on someone. It wasn't just his looks. He was smart--top of his class and never got less than the highest score on exams. He was just the whole package.

You straightened up and fixed our posture when you saw him walking over to you, his toothy smile still present.

"Y/N!" He called out to you and you waved back with an awkward smile. Hearing your name come out of his mouth was like hearing church bells ring and made your heart flutter.

"Hi Namjoon," you sighed in an attempt to calm your beating heart. He sat down next to you with a glance at the papers in front of you.

"Philosophy essay?" He raised his eyebrows. You laughed and lowered your gaze.

"Yeah, its honestly just not my thing." You admitted and closed your laptop. You began sorting your papers out as Namjoon spoke.

"Well, if you need any help I'm always here." He smiled once again and you made the mistake of looking at him. Again, your heart leaped into your throat and you stared with wide eyes. Hopefully you managed to nod or else you would've looked like a marble statue just gawking at him.

You finally moved when you heard a female's voice call him and his head turned in that direction. After matching the voice with the person, Namjoon turned back to you.

"I have to go, but don't forget about what I said!" He exclaimed as he stood up and walked over to the girl. You watched as their hands interlocked and their arms swung as the two walked off like the perfect couple they were. You felt your heart squeeze and your stomach twist as you continued to stare at their backs. It was hard not to be jealous. I mean, she had the perfect boyfriend who was head over heels for her and you could only imagine being in her shoes.

Your imagination was cut short when you felt fingers digging into your side. You gasped and jerked around to see Jimin's grinning face. You glared at him as he sat next to you.

"What do you want, Jimin?" You sighed and began gathering your belongings.

"Who was that guy?" Jimin asked, his head turned back at the disappearing figure of Namjoon and his girlfriend. "Is he the one you like?"

Your jaw clenched at his scarily accurate words. "No..." you muttered under your breath. Jimin frowned at you and rest his chin on the meat of his palm.

"I know you're lying to me." He said and you rolled your eyes. Then, you buried your face in your hands and sighed.

"I don't know how you can see through me so well. Am I that readable?" You groaned and Jimin laughed lightly.

"Nope, it's just me." He shifted on the bench to face you and rested his elbow on the table. When he flashed you a smirk, you wrinkled your brows in suspicion. "Say, Y/N, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party this Saturday." Jimin asked. You seemed to freeze upon hearing the cursed word.

"A party," you sighed in disbelief. Jimin nodded so innocently, still anticipating your answer. "Jimin... I don't know if you've noticed but I'm not quite the party girl." You shook your head of the appalling thought.

"Oh, I've noticed," he said bluntly and you couldn't even react at the subtle jab that was thrown at you. "But it'll be fun. I'm sure you'll know people there and if not, you can stay by me." A smirk jerked at Jimin lips. You scoffed.

"Oh right, because I'd rather hang out with your group of friends than be alone at a party." You snapped which made Jimin pout. His eyes lowered on you.

"Hey, we're not bad people." He said just as you slung your bag over your shoulder.

"I'm sure you're not," you said and turned to Jimin with a small smile. "I'll think about it, how about that?" You asked and before Jimin could answer, you were already walking away. You turned back and waved at Jimin. "I'll see you in class!"

It was definitely something that was on your mind as your Saturday was nearing its end, but as you sat in your desk typing away the philosophy essay, the idea was starting to sound more appealing. You managed to stay away from social media because you knew seeing all of your friends having fun at the party would make you want to go even more.

It was around 8 o'clock at night and you were three pages far into your essay, but writing was the last thing you were doing. You had just gotten out of the shower and were putting on makeup. It definitely wasn't something you would be doing on a typical Saturday night, but in all honestly, you wanted to be as far away from your essay as you could be. And what perfect way to do that by downing a couple drinks?

You settled on a solid maroon dress with an open back that one of your friends had bought for you as a Christmas present. You hadn't even tried it on since you received it, but you thanked god that it fit.

As you sat in the cab, you went through your messages that consisted of your friends asking--or perhaps begging was a more appropriate word--for you to come to the party. You decided not to reply to any of them knowing that they were probably all too drunk to text back. Just then, a new notification popped up at the top of your screen and your eyes darted to the familiar name.

[9:13] Jimin: are you planning on coming?

You assumed Jimin would be drinking by now but from his text just now, you began to think he was still sober.

[9:13] you: maybe

You turn your phone over just as the cab began to pull into the neighborhood that the party was taking place in. As you approached the house, you could already tell how crowded it was. Most of the party had moved outside considering the heat of the summer season. You paid the cab and walked out, luckily there were still people who were also arriving this late so you didn't seem like an outcast, as if your clothes and shoes and makeup that felt so foreign on your body didn't make you feel outcasted enough.

You walked into the house and took a good look around in an attempt to find any familiar faces. However all you could see were intoxicated college students that were dancing too wildly for your eyes to follow. The reason why you never went to parties was becoming clearer now that you were stepping into one.

It was when someone bumped into your back which caused you to finally move out of the lobby and towards the kitchen where, hopefully, you could find something to drink. You found a metal tin full of ice and had beers shoved into it like a bouquet of liquor and you picked one out. You took a sip as you glanced around the house again. You noticed a couple of people you had class with that you spoke to, but no one who you felt comfortable going up to and starting a conversation with.

Just then, a loud squeal came from across the kitchen and you turned your head along with a couple of other people. You saw your friend Joy standing there with a drink in her hand a wide grin across her face. She stumbled while pushing past the people in the kitchen in order to get to you and gripped your arms when she did.

"I'm so glad you made it!" Her breath smelled sweetly of liquor and a tinge of mint. Her words were also slurred and broken up by her drunken giggles. "I thought you were at home!"

"Well, home sounds more fun than being here." You said through gritted teeth. Joy pouted and pulled away from you.

"Don't say that," she said and pointed to the direction of the living room. "Look, its Namjoon."

Immediately your head turned in the direction of her finger and you overlooked the sea of people to the glass doorway leading to the outdoor pool. Leaning against the wall was Namjoon with his arms wrapped around his girlfriend; their lips were mushed together as they drifted off into their own world. You snapped your eyes away and cursed yourself for being so whipped for Namjoon that you would react to his name like a dog. You pressed your lips into a thin line as the image of Namjoon's plump lips flashed across your mind and you could only imagine what it would be to kiss him. Heavenly bliss wouldn't even compare. And yet the sickening feeling of envy churned in your stomach whenever you saw the two together. You were happy for Namjoon, honestly, it was just... you would be happier if he was dating you.

The recurring trope of unrequited love was making yet another appearance in your life and each time you never knew how to pull yourself away from it correctly; always managing to distance yourself away from your friends and family because of it. It wasn't healthy--not in the least, but you managed to get over it in a sense.

"I hate you for pointing him out." You glared at Joy who only giggled in response.

"Who cares?! This is a party, Y/N, have a little fun," Joy nudged you with her elbow and you managed to strain a small smile. "Do you want to come dance with me?"

You glanced at the mob of sweaty people and grimaced. "Um, I think I'm fine right here." You replied and took another sip of beer. Joy pouted but began to walk away slowly while her hand still squeezed yours.

"Alright, have some fun, okay? Promise me that!" She exclaimed before turning and grabbing hands with her new boyfriend before disappearing into the sea of people.

You were two and a half drinks into the party but the entire time you had stayed in the kitchen, eyes dead set on watching Namjoon and his girlfriend dance. With every passing minute you only grew more bitter and the alcohol wasn't helping. As your mind began to go hazy and your balance unsteady, you were starting to contemplate marching into the middle of the dance floor and pulling her off of him so you could dance with him yourself. But the rational part of your mind(or at least what was left of it at this point) knew that it would ruin your friendship with Namjoon forever.

You were pulled away from Namjoon when you felt your phone vibrate in your hand. You glanced down to see a text from Jimin.

[10:03] Jimin: are you here? Please tell me you're here

You wondered why Jimin wanted to know why you were here so badly, but you replied back with a yes and as soon as the message delivered, he replied back.

[10:03] Jimin: where are you

[10:03] you: where are you? I'll come to you

It wasn't much of a hassle to tell Jimin you were in the kitchen, but it was an opportunity to escape the sickening view of Namjoon dancing with his girlfriend.

[10:04] Jimin: come to the stairs

You walked slowly to the stairs of the house, making sure not to bump into the people that scattered the halls. When you arrived at the bottom of the stairs, you saw Jimin leaning against the staircase as his eyes overlooked the heads on the dance floor. Then, he caught your eyes and after making eye contact with you, his eyes fell to your dress.

"Wow," Jimin exhaled, his eyes still on your dress. "You look amazing."

"Thanks," you replied with a slight smile but you could only think about Namjoon complimenting your dress. "What'd you call me over for?"

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay," he said and his eyes flicked towards the dance floor. "And... I saw your little crush with his girlfriend and I figured you saw them too." Jimin smiled awkwardly. You pressed our lips into a thin line and dropped your gaze.

"Thanks," you muttered. After a moment, you glanced back up to Jimin and saw him holding a water bottle in his hand. "You're not gonna drink?"

"Oh," Jimin said and looked down at the water bottle. "Nope, I'm the D.D tonight." He grinned and you nodded. Jimin could tell that you're mood was busted for the night and he felt bad for even inviting you. Hell, he didn't know Namjoon was going to show up and if he did, the chances of you showing up too was very slim. Seeing your downcast eyes and your slight pout, his heart ached. After talking with you for a while, he seemed to have grown a soft spot for you. You opened up to him about things you would've never said to anybody else and unlike other people who tried to offer advice, Jimin just listened. And that was all you needed. You didn't need someone to try and tell you how to live your life, you just wanted a person to talk to and a shoulder to cry on. Jimin was willing to offer both of those.

"Y/N," Jimin said and took your hand in his with a little squeeze. You glanced up at him with curious eyes. "Do you want to go upstairs?" He asked in a low tone. Despite the music blaring from the speakers and the bass that shook your entire body, you could hear every word. Connecting the venereal connotations of his words to his dark, lustful gaze, you realized what Jimin wanted.

A blush crept over your cheeks and you nodded. Jimin squeezed your hand before leading you up the stairs. He entered an empty room before locking it behind him and you took a moment to look around.

"Should we be doing it in here?" You asked. Jimin turned to you and slipped his hands around your waist. Feeling his hands snake around you and the roughness of his jeans pressed against your back, you let out a satisfied sigh.

"It's fine, we have my frat friends to thank for this." Jimin said and planted a kiss on your shoulder. You could feel Jimin's soft kisses traveling down your back and at the same time, heat burned in the pit at your stomach. You felt Jimin's kisses reach the end of your lower back and you already knew Jimin was on his knees as his hands massaged the underside of your thigh where it met your ass. It was skin tingling and electric and you wondered if Jimin could smell the arousal that had already stained your panties. Jimin sank his teeth into your lower back and you let out a surprised yelp but Jimin quickly soothed it over with a kiss.

"So how should I do it tonight?" Jimin nearly growled, running his leg up your calf as he stood back up. You shuddered as his fingers slipped under your dress and pressed against your damp panties. Jimin kissed the nape of your neck, amused and happy to know you were already aroused.

"Should we take it slow so I can have you coming all night long? Or do you want me to fuck you hard, rough," Jimin's hand gripped your ass as the words rolled off his tongue with a growl next to your ear. You gasped and tightened around nothing, but Jimin felt your slit clench over his fingers. "So hard that you can't even speak. Just the sound of your sweet sounding moans." Jimin bit into the meat of your neck. If it weren't for Jimin's hands holding your waist, you would've crumbled to the ground due to your trembling knees.

"So? What'll it be?" Jimin asked. You exhaled and turned around, grabbing Jimin's collar and pulling him down to you so your noses were touching.

"Make me forget." You said--almost demanding Jimin. The last thing you wanted on your mind was the image of Namjoon with another girl and you knew Jimin could help you with that. A smirk curled on Jimin's lips as the hand that was on your lower back pulled you up against him.

"My pleasure."

You were leaned up against the wall with your legs spread open as Jimin's tongue ravished your dripping sex. Every now and then you slipped down the wall from weak knees so Jimin had his hands digging into your inner thigh to keep you upright. You didn't even care about holding your voice back knowing that everyone was too busy dancing to the music.

"J-Jimin... fuck." You gasped and tugged on his brown locks. Every time he licked up your clit, you tugged a bit harder which caused him to groan into you. The vibrations only brought you more pleasure.

"Oh god, you're gonna make me cum." You moan in a quick breath which was all you could manage to get out because it was getting harder the breathe the closer you were getting to your orgasm.

Suddenly, when Jimin decided to focus on your clit, heat exploded throughout your body and you tugged Jimin's hair to pull him in closer. A loud moan came from the bottom of your throat; brows knitting from the orgasm that seized your body. Jimin pulled away when desperate whimpers muffled against your lips and your body twitches from over sensitivity whenever he licked you. He licked his lips of your excess juices and stood up.

"Y/N, do you mind...?" Jimin strained as he palmed his erection over his jeans. You gulped and slid down to your knees in front of him.

"Are you sure? I'm not very good at it," you asked in concern, but your hands were already unbuckling Jimin's belt and unzipping his pants. A low grown left his lips when you pulled down his pants to see his erection spring up, the familiar veiny cock that was reddening at the tip.

"It's okay, baby, I'll guide you." He said as you wrapped your hand around the shaft. You gave it a few strokes, each one varying with different grips. When you pumped down to the base, Jimin thrust his hips forward and moaned, throwing his head back.

"Oh fuck, you know what you're doing." Jimin sighed as his fingers raked your hair. He looked down to watch his dick disappear inside of your mouth and felt your tongue scrape his tip. Jimin hissed at how sensitive he already, but you didn't stop running your tongue over his tip, lapping up his salty precum. You felt Jimin's fingers brush against your cheek soothingly and the tickling feeling made you blush.

You allowed your jaw to slack as you took more of Jimin down your mouth, so far down your mouth that the tip was brushing the back of your throat. You could feel Jimin's smooth naval against your nose and his hands running through your hair. Then, to your surprise, Jimin bundled your hair in his fist and tugged on it gently. You moaned with his cock in your mouth and feeling the vibrations on his dick, Jimin grunted.

"Ah, fuck that's it," he closed his eyes while straining his neck. Jimin looked back down at you and made eye contact; his dark gaze boring into you. Sweat lined his temples and caused strands of his hair to stick to it. "I'm gonna go harder, okay?"

You nodded the best you could with your mouth stuffed to the brim and Jimin's grip on your hair tightened. He pulled you up and his cock slipped further down your throat. You squeezed your eyes as tears fought to appear at the corners of your eyes. However, seeing pleasure wash over Jimin's as his chest rose unevenly in rapid pants and his mouth agape as small grunts left his plump lips made the stinging pain bearable.

Your hands snuck up Jimin's legs to cup the back of his thighs. You held him there to support yourself as Jimin fucked your throat. He threw his head back as he pushed you down, smothering your face into his stomach. The way your throat constricted around him, the way your wet tongue felt against the underside of his throbbing shaft, the feeling of your soft lips wrapped around his cock--everything was like opening a new door of pleasure he had never experienced before despite being with plenty of other girls prior to you. Yo were just... different.

"Shit, you take my cock so good." Jimin hummed and pulled you away to give you a moment to breathe. You inhaled sharply, strings of saliva still attached to his cock, and your hands promptly went to wrap to his wet shaft to pump it in your hand. You pressed your tongue against his tip in the meanwhile and Jimin found himself thrusting into your hand while biting so hard down on his lip that it could've bled.

"Oh s-shit, Y/N, keep doing that and I'm gonna come all over your face." Jimin exhaled and it took everything inside of him to pull away so he wouldn't bust right then and there and have his cum ruin your beautiful makeup. Jimin grabbed your hands and helped you stand. He ran his thumb under your eye to wipe off the makeup that had smeared from your tears. A part of him felt guilty for pushing you to your limits like that, but the other part--the more dominant part of him--thought the sight was so fucking hot and he didn't feel a single ounce of guilt.

"You look so fuckable right now," Jimin growled as his eyes trailed down to your delicious looking neck that was splotched with his kisses that were now turning a red-violet color. "Get against the door." Jimin ordered and you blinked.

"T-The door?" You stammered. Jimin cocked his head for you to turn around.

"You heard me." He said, his intense glare made his tone all the more domineering and so sexy. You didn't dare take your time to turn around and pressed your hands against the door. You felt the bass of the music through your palms, but your attention was immediately diverted when Jimin pulled up your dress so your ass was perfectly on display. His hand grazed the apples of your ass smoothly.

"So beautiful," you heard him mumble behind you, but you weren't given time to react when his fingers slipped into your drenched hole so easily because you were already dripping wet. He gave it a few pumps with his fingers to spread out your tight hole before removing his fingers. You couldn't see anything, but you felt Jimin's tip rub against your slit--as if he was purposely trying to tease you. You pushed back on him in a silent plea to stick his cock inside of you. Jimin chuckled and slipped the tip inside. You gasped and held your breath as he slipped the rest of his cock inside of you with no resistance at all. Your juices were already lathered around him.

When Jimin was in, he bucked his hips forward and pressed his pelvis against your ass. A loud moan instinctively came out of your mouth and your hand immediately went over your mouth to muffle it. Jimin pulled your hand away and pinned both of your wrists against the door.

"Let me hear those moans, baby." He kissed your shoulder again before pulling out of you until just the tip was inside of you and then slamming back into you. Your eyebrows knit in pleasure as a string of moans and whimpers left your mouth. Jimin repeated this and didn't stop even when you were squeezing around him. His hips didn't seem to listen to him when he tried to slow down. Whenever he pulled out, the longing feeling of being wrapped around your warm, tight pussy always brought him back. That, and the euphoric sounds of your moans that only boosted his ego because he knew he was the only one who could make you make those noises.

The image of Namjoon and his girlfriend crossed Jimin's mind and he grimaced. Scratch that, he probably wasn't the only one that could make you scream. Just the idea of you gazing at Namjoon so longingly with a hint of pain in your eyes and the way you strained a smile around him in an attempt to hide your hurt and love for him twisted Jimin in ways he never thought a girl could be capable of doing. It was more than just sex for him, he saw you as a... friend? Whatever the pronoun, he wanted to protect you from all possible harm in the world.

Ironically enough, he was continuously plunging into your pussy with relentless force as his hips slapped against your ass and Jimin was letting out grunts that were in sync with his thrusts. Your moans had turned into short grunts as your squirmed underneath Jimin. He knew you were coming when your hands clenched into fists and you squeezed around Jimin tightly once before pulsating around him. Jimin wanted to slow down his pace to give you a chance to savor your orgasm but he couldn't find the will to. It was incredible as to how good you felt around him.

"O-Oh, oh Jimin--" you gasped and pressed against the door to rest.

"Jimin!" Another voice from the other side of the door called out for Jimin. You gasped and tightened around Jimin subconsciously. His jaw dropped in shock and he leaned into you, biting down on your shoulder as if to punish you for suddenly tightening up around him.

"Jimin, are you in here?" The male voice called out for Jimin who was buried so deep inside of you. Jimin pulled away from your shoulder and hissed with closed eyes.

"Busy," Jimin growled.

"What do you mean 'busy'? Come out here! We're about to throw Jaebum into the pool!" The voice exclaimed excitedly. Jimin exhaled and pulled out of you mid-shaft ever so slowly. Feeling the way he left your body so empty and how your wet cunt clung to him so greedily made your knees tremble and you scratched at the door to keep yourself up. Jimin stayed there for a moment before slamming into you again. The sudden motion caused another loud moan--or half moan, half scream--that you knew for sure was loud enough for the man to hear outside of the door.

"I said I'm busy." Jimin snapped. The other side of the door went silent and then you heard footsteps scurrying back downstairs. A deep blush colored your entire face and neck and you pressed against the door in shame. Jimin's hands traveled down to your hips and he gave it a little squeeze.

"It's okay, let them hear." He whispered and returned to plunging his cock deep inside of you. He began picking up the pace and now Jimin was solely focused on reaching his own orgasm. Of course, pleasuring you was still a huge priority, but by the sounds of your whines and moans he didn't have to worry so much about that.

"You feel so good, fuck," Jimin creased his brows together as he began to feel his hips go weak. With a few more thrusts, he pulled out of you and stroked his dick vigorously. Almost instantly, long, white strings of his cum splattered over your ass and was accompanied by Jimin's muffled groans. You peeked over your shoulder and wet your lips at the sight of a very sweaty, post-orgasm Jimin who was panting extremely hard with knit brows. His hand still stroked his cock, slowly now, until it went limp in his hand. Then, as if he knew you were watching him, his eyes darted up to meet yours and you could still note the lust that lingered in his gaze. You gulped but Jimin peeled his eyes away and grabbed a tissue from the nightstand. He gently wiped his own release off of your ass and tossed the tissue in the trash. You pulled yourself off of the door and straightened up; a feat in itself considering your knees were out of commission.

"Are you okay?" Jimin smirked and pulled his pants up. You chuckled lightly and fixed your hair, flattening it against your head.

"Yeah, yes, it was amazing," you said and laughed even harder. "And apparently I don't have know any words besides amazing." You said and Jimin snorted. He brushed his hair that was dampened from his sweat away from his eyes and patted his forehead of the sweat.

"Do you want to go home? I can drop you off now." Jimin offered and you nodded.

"Yeah, that sounds nice, but what about your friends?" You asked as Jimin fixed his belt. He scoffed at you.

"Who do you think I'd rather give a ride home? A nice girl like you or five drunk college boys?" He asked and took his keys out of his pants and opened the door back up. He didn't tell you to follow him, but you did anyways. As you walked down the stairs, it felt like people were staring at you. Or perhaps that was just paranoia sinking in after being heard by one of Jimin's friends who could have told everyone at the party that the two of you were having sex. However nobody said anything as Jimin and you entered his car.

"So I lied," Jimin said as he straws his car. You turned to him with wide eyes as he smirked. "We're going on a little road trip." He winked and drove off.

No matter how many times you asked Jimin where he was taking you, he only laughed in response. As you passed bright streetlights and fluorescent neon signs, your curiosity only increased. Then, Jimin turned into a vacant parking lot that belonged to a 24-hour diner.

"I-I didn't bring my wallet." You stammered as he parked. Jimin laughed, his smile illuminated by the yellow lights of sign of the diner.

"I didn't bring you here with the intentions of making you pay for your own meal." Jimin said and glanced at the back of his car. "There's uh, sweatpants and a hoodie in the back seat if you want to change into that. I don't know if you want to walk in there with all of... those." Jimin's eyes scanned you and you looked down at our dress.

"What? Is there something wrong with my dress?" You asked, worried if there were some of Jimin's release that landed on your dress that you overlooked.

"No, no, that," Jimin pointed to his own neck and your hand went up to graze your throat. Seeing his crooked smile, you finally connected that he was trying to tell you that your neck was splotched with kiss marks and your cheeks colored.

"Oh my gosh," you mumbled and lowered your head. "Yeah, a hoodie would be nice."

You wore Jimin's hoodie over your dress. It was a simple grey lifeguard with red print. It was the perfect size on Jimin, but when it was on your small frame it creased at odd places and you had to roll up the sleeves up. There wasn't anybody else in the diner except for an elderly couple who sat in a booth at the other end of the restaurant. They sat in silence, only sipping their cups of black coffee, but the whole exchange was so adorable to you.

"So what do you want? Breakfast at midnight? A steak?" Jimin asked as his sparkling eyes scanned over the menu. You pursed your lips while leaning over the table.

"Hmm, a nice glass of ice water sounds delightful." You smirked and Jimin shot you a glare. He looked back down at the menu.

"If you're not going to order anything I'm getting you a big ol' plate of butter." Jimin snickered and you gasped as you pressed your hand against your chest in full offense.

"Oh my god, the carbs!" You gasped and the two of you broke into a fit of snickers and giggles. I'm the end, you gave in and allowed Jimin to order you a chocolate chip Belgian waffle. He ordered a bacon cheeseburger with extra fries and you thought that was very much like him. While the two of you waited for your food, you talked about mundane things.

"So tell me why you keep hoodies and sweatpants in the back of your car." You said and took a sip of water. Jimin chuckled.

"Well sometimes, I just like to... skip school and drive somewhere. Really anywhere as long as it's far away from people," Jimin said and pondered about what he said, twisting his lips and narrowing his eyes at you. "Does that make me sound antisocial?"

You shook your head and folded your hands together and rest your chin on them, leaning in to hear more of Jimin's story.

"Well I kind of just drive to a lookout and listen to music of something. Most of the times I spend the night out there so I decided, why not just pack extra clothes so I don't freeze my ass off?" Jimin shrugged and you tilted your head to the side.

"A lookout, huh? So edgy." You scrunched up your nose.

"Do I really give off that edgy vibe?" Jimin creased his brow while twirling his straw around his drink.

"It's something like that. It's nice to know that you don't completely follow the bad boy archetype, but you do follow the one where the protagonist has a soft side." You giggled at the bizarre idea of a bad boy having a soft side, which wasn't rare but you just never encountered such a person.

"Well, don't go kissing and telling because you're the only person that knows about this," Jimin said and brought his water to his lips but paused before he could a sip. He set the cup down and leaned over the table as his eyes sparkled. "Hey, do you want me to take you there?" Jimin beamed.

"To where? The lookout?" You asked and he nodded excitedly. You pursed your lips in thought. It was a Saturday night and you had ditched your original plans of staying at the party, you had gotten fucked so good just a while ago, you were having a meal at a vacant diner, and now you were invited to go to a secluded lookout. This might've been the most eventful night of your college life, or possibly your entire life.

"Okay," you replied, your mind still in a limbo of excitement and you wanted to experience more fun. "Alright, I'll go."

Jimin and you ate your meals in peace, save the small food fight you two had when he poured an excessive amount of maple syrup over your waffles and you stole a couple of fries from his as well as confiscating his ketchup. He opted for your maple syrup and you burst out in laughter when you witnessed his face twist in disgust after eating the syrup-drenched fry.

After paying, Jimin finally took you to the lookout. On the way there, the two of you had another argument about who's music should be playing but Jimin gave you in to you this time. You played a mixture of music, mostly chill, slow jams that just felt right to play at this time of night.

It was about half an hour and Jimin was still driving, but he reassured you that the destination was nearing.

"Are you sure you don't have a curfew or anything?" Jimin asked and you noticed the scenery around you was beginning to turn into cliffs and desert land.

"You're asking me now? At 1:30 in the morning?" You chuckled and a small smile pulled at Jimin's lips. "I'm fine, my roommate rarely comes home anyways." You said and turned back to window and sighed at the sight.

The city lights were so small they looked like fireflies colored bright yellow, white, blue, red, green and stretched across the skyline. You saw the highways and how the passing cars were just slow moving red and white dots. The sky was a gradient from black to purple before blending into a beautiful midnight blue and yellow. It was the perfect dawn sky and your shoulders relax.

Jimin pulled into a outlet that was near a cliff and parked. He glanced at you with a smile.

"Are you ready to see the most beautiful view of your life?" He asked and before you could answer, Jimin stepped out of his car. You followed and squirmed your eyes at the view that looked jaw-dropping now that you were seeing it with your naked eye and not through a car window. Now, with the slightly chilly breeze brushing against your cheeks and legs, it pulled the scene all together.

"Wow," you sighed again and walked in front of Jimin's car. You stood there, still gawking at how picture perfect the view was. Jimin joined you by your side as he set a blanket on top of the hood of his car.

"Pretty, right?" He asked, slipping his hands into his pockets.

"It's more than pretty, it's... breath-taking." You laughed softly, eyes wide and gleaming with awe. As you stared over the city lights, Jimin had his eyes on you. He watched the way your hair brushed against your face but you were too occupied to pull it back until it fluttered over your eyes in which you pushed it aside so you could see the view again. He liked the way your mouth fell open as you stared in awe and how your cheeks were turning a rosy red from the wind kissing them.

Breath-taking.

Jimin's eyes fell to your high heels and how you shifted from one foot to another. He pushed himself off of the hood of his car.

"Here, sit on top of my car." He said and you turned to him with a confused look. Jimin just stared at you until you jumped on top of his hood and he knelt down in front of you. His fingers carefully unzipped your shoes one by one and you couldn't stop the way your heart skipped a beat at his meticulousness. When Jimin took off both of your heels, you wiggled your toes to relieve the sore feeling that formed around your toes and heel.

"Thank you," you smiled softly and Jimin set your shoes next you. He stood up and your eyes followed him, realizing he was now looming over you. Despite the burning feeling of your cheeks that arose as Jimin's eyes bore directly into you, you couldn't pull your eyes away from his. You didn't know how long the two of you were staring at each other--hell, it could've just been for 10 seconds, but as the bustling city below you progressed, the world stilled between Jimin and you.

Jimin wanted to hold your hand. He wanted to pull you closer and wrap his arms around your waist while kissing you as the sky brightened as the morning approached. He just knows that feeling your soft, plump lips on his would ruin him and he was 100% down for that. Jimin wanted to run his hands in your hair, just idly while you fell asleep with your head on his lap. He wanted to lay on the hood of his car with you beside him as the two of you watched the city awaken. In fact, just waking up next to you sounded like a dream, one so far away and unreachable because you were simply just... too good for him.

"How's the view?" Jimin asked after finally swallowing the lump in his throat. You blinked repetitively as if to wake yourself up.

"Yeah, its beautiful. I never thought there was a place like this here." You glanced over Jimin's shoulder to glance at the city once more. He smiled and sat on the hood next to you. You felt his hand brush against your and the slight skin-to-skin contact snatched the breath from your lungs.

"You won't believe what it looks like in the winter. I wouldn't sleep up here for a million dollars in the dead of winter, but everything is just so quiet and peaceful." Jimin grinned, his lips pulling back widely. As you watched, all you wanted to do was kiss him, but you stopped yourself.

"Really? Well, I guess you'll have to show me then. And hopefully more places too. I have a feeling I'm really into this whole, exploring thing," You giggled while swinging your legs. You whipped your head to him with a cheeky smile. "You really opened up a new door for me."

"Did I now?" Jimin raised his brows and leaned back on his elbows. "Well, I could say the same for you."

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