Catching Your Attention
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Characters: Jimin x Female Reader
Gente: Smut
Word count: 5.5k
Synopsis: You see Jimin in a skirt for the first time and are surprised at your body’s reaction.
Warnings: Jimin in a skirt...'nough said...
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Stepping into the club, you are bombarded by the EDM beats bursting through the multiple speakers displayed around the room. Smoke from a fog machine envelopes you, twisting in undulating tendrils that whisp around you. Your hands run over the smoothness of your outfit and you wonder self-consciously if you really do look ok.
The black super short high waist paper bag shorts are cinched with a bow just off center. You glance down at the ample amount of cleavage presented by your olive green halter top. Was it too much, you fret. You hadn’t been out in so long and had wanted to feel sexy in hopes of lifting your mood, but now all you felt was self-conscious.
“There you are!”
You’re startled out of your thoughts, a yelp swallowed up by the extremely loud music as a hand draws you in for a hug. The familiar scent of perfume alerts you to who it is before you can even look.
“Jesus, Mimi!” You clutch at your chest. “You scared me.”
“Awe, poor baby,” she giggles in amusement, tugging you forward. “Come on. We’re over here.”
You allow her to guide you along, elbows locked as you make your way to a standing table near the bar. You recognize everyone. Namjoon, with his indigo hair parted down the middle and a white button up shirt open and tucked into a pair of black leather pants, offers a dimpled smile before leaning in to drop a swift kiss to your cheek in greeting. Then there is Yoongi, Mimi’s boyfriend. He holds up his hands giving small waves and smiles. You wave back with a smile of your own. Their friends Jungkook, Taehyung, Jin and Jimin stand beside them. Going down the line you give them each a quick hug. Jimin beams a smile at you, his eyes disappearing with the sincerity of the gesture. He was always so soft spoken and a bit shy. He laughed a lot, falling out of chairs quite often, something you found quite endearing. He was beautiful and handsome at the same time. Someone you hadn’t even tried talking too much to because you felt he was way out of your league.
Best keep him in the friend zone was your thinking when it came to someone as gorgeous as him. There was no way a guy who looked like he did would ever be attracted to you, therefore why waste your time on what essentially would be heartbreak in the end? It was your same mindset for the rest of the guys as well. It was better to just think of them as friends.
But tonight…
His hair was dyed a deep red tone, trimmed short and parted off center. It was gelled back, bangs swept over with a few strands falling across his forehead, the tips barely brushing the top of his left eyebrow. Your gaze skims down, past the slope of his nose and the plush of his lips, further down to take in his outfit.
He was wearing a white t-shirt with some sort of print on the front you could not clearly make out in the dimness, but the various rips in the shirt exposed flashes of his skin beneath that peeked through every time the club lights swam across his form. Your eyes widen as they move past the hem of his shirt, caught off guard by the site of his lower half.
A skirt hung from his hips.
The black and red plaid asymmetrical skirt fell a few inches above his knees. The lack of luminosity only accentuated the rock hard muscles that were housed beneath the exposed tanned skin of his thighs. He wore it well, your heart rate quickening at the sight of it all. You try to swallow past the dryness that suddenly plagued your mouth. When your eyes finally reach his boot-covered feet, they bounce back up, suddenly realizing you had literally been gawking at him for a bit too long. It’s not that you had never seen a guy in a skirt before. It’s just that you had never seen him in a skirt and, lord have mercy on your soul, but it was the most erotic thing you had ever seen!
Your gazes meet, and you are grateful for the near darkness, as the knowing smirk on his face has your cheeks flushing in a fit of rouge.
“Hello, Y/N,” he drawls, a slight pout to his lips.
His silvery voice pulls a shiver from you, goosebumps spreading across your arms. You were surprised at the reaction your body and mind were having all because he was fitted out in a skirt. The assertiveness in his features, something you didn’t usually see on him, also added to the allurness. Within moments you felt the walls you had set in place begin to crack and crumble.
“I need a drink,” you think to yourself, as you wipe your clammy hands up and down the sides of your shorts.
“I have one for you,” Mimi pipes up from beside you.
You turn to her, mortified, “Shit, did I say that out loud?” She only replies with a laugh as she leans over the table to grab at a cup. Returning your attention to the person who had you all sorts of frazzled, you offer an apologetic smile. “Hey, Jimin.”
Your best friend places some sort of fruity drink in your hand and then pulls you towards the center of the room. You give Jimin a quick wave of your fingers as you allow Mimi to drag you along.
“Let’s go see Hoseok,” she tosses over her shoulder with a wink.
Pushing the image of Jimin from your mind, you take a long drag of the alcohol laced beverage and feel yourself slowly relax as the two of you locate Hoseok on the dance floor dancing with someone who looked vaguely familiar. He nods your way when he catches sight of you, but does not break away from the young woman he was dancing with. You didn’t blame him though. She was beautiful and was leaving nothing to the imagination as to what she wanted from him as they moved to the music.
You dance with Mimi, the strong alcohol in your drink already starting to make you feel warm. After a few songs pass, you realize your cup is empty and toss it in a nearby trash can. By now, Yoongi, Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jin have converged on the dancefloor. Yoongi and Mimi have drifted off to dance together and you take that opportunity to get another drink. Before you can take two steps, you find yourself sandwiched between Namjoon and Jungkook.
“Wanna dance with us?” Namjoon asks.
You look from one to the other and nod. Namjoon’s tall lean body presses against you from behind. His hands searching where to respectfully rest on you makes you smile at his sweet gentlemanly nature. They come to land loosely on your hips. Jungkook wedges himself between your thighs and you let one of your own hands perch on his shoulder. Your need for a drink is now forgotten. You smile, enjoying the attention, feeling yourself relax even more as another two songs pass.
“My turn,” a baritone voice interjects.
You look up to see Taehyung’s boxy smile. Namjoon had already been pulled away to dance by someone else. Jungkook looks at you with an arch of his eyebrow and you shrug.
“Up to you,” you grin, reveling in the attention.
“Need a drink anyway,” he smiles and leaves you with Tae.
“I’m glad you finally came out tonight,” Taehyung says into your ear as he draws in close to you.
“Yeah. Me, too,” you laugh as the two of you begin to dance.
And you find that you are. You smile over at Mimi, grateful that she had finally convinced you to go out. Work had become a bit overwhelming the last month, leaving you mentally exhausted. When the weekend rolled around all you wanted to do was sleep. Mimi kept insisting that a night out would be just what you needed to relieve some of the pent up stress. Now that you were here dancing with friends and with no expectations for how the night would end, you could feel the pressures from work ebbing away.
As your eyes move away from your friend, they lock on Jimin as if he were a magnet you were inadvertently attracted to. He must have come over with Tae. He was moving his hips to the beat, the skirt shifting across his strong thighs with every movement he made. It was as if the garment was enchanted. You were fascinated by the way it slid higher up his flesh or back down, a teasing dance you were finding you could not turn away from.
“You good?” Taehyung’s voice seems to break the spell Jimin was casting over you. “You look thirsty.”
Were you ever!
“I need another drink,” you admit sheepishly, embarrassed to have been caught ogling Jimin.
“I’ll get it,” he hollers with a conspiratorial wink, but you shake your head and make your way out of the cluster of sweaty bodies.
Away from Jimin’s beguiling form.
Reaching the bar, you order the same drink you’d had before. Feeling someone shimmy into the space beside you, you look over to hear them order a beer and two shots of Soju. Jimin grins at you and you feel butterflies flutter in your stomach at the simple gesture.
“Hey, want to take a shot with me?” he shouts over the music.
“Yeah, sure,” you affirm with a nervous laugh.
The bartender slides your drink over along with the shots and beer. You go to pay, but Jimin stops you.
“I got it. Don’t worry,” he says with a wink and pays for the drinks. Handing a shot over to you, he taps his against yours, saying, “Bottoms up!”
You feel yourself clench around nothing as the words stir up a very inappropriate image of him commanding the same thing in a bedroom setting.
“Fuck,” you whisper, trying to gather your wits and wayward libido.
What the hell was wrong with you?
“You ok?” Jimin asks, bringing himself closer to you.
Too close.
“What? Oh, y-yes,” you stammer with an anxious giggle. The scent of his cologne mixed with his essence wafts your way, and you resist the urge to inhale deeply of it. “I’m just peachy. Down the hatch it goes.”
You drink down the shot, the smooth heat of the fruity soju warming a path down your throat. It was peach flavored. Of course. Feeling yourself begin to overheat, you snatch up your drink, the icy concoction helping only slightly to cool you down some.
“You’ve danced with just about everyone, but me,” Jimin points out, pulling you from your thoughts.
You stare back at him from over your cup, unsure of what to say. Had he been watching you out there all this time?
Swallowing, you nod, “Yeah, I guess you’re right.”
“Can I have the next one, then?”
Oh God, your brain shrieks.
“Definitely,” you hear yourself answer, the reply automatic. Too late to take that back, you know he’s heard you. You drink deeply from your cup and Jimin raises an amused eyebrow at you. Trying to play it off, you nonchalantly say, “Uh, didn’t want to hold anything once we are out there.”
“Good idea.”
With that, the two of you swiftly drink your beverages. Leaving the cups on the counter of the bar, he takes your hand in his and escorts you through the crowd of people. Your legs feel a bit like jelly and you’re unsure if it’s from downing your drink a bit too quickly or from Jimin’s hand being in yours. Rejoining the group, he gives you a twirl, draping your arm over his neck when you face him. You can’t help but smile, the gesture shy as he pulls you close, both hands at your waist.
You can feel the thick muscles of his thigh between your legs and you can’t seem to focus much. His body is like fluid as he sways and rolls his hips into you. You’re grateful for the loud music as a content sigh escapes your lips.
If dancing with him feels like this…
You don’t let yourself finish the thought. That would be for later…when you were in your room alone. You would allow the memories of tonight to come to the forefront. Allow your hands to help you find release from the coil that was growing tighter and tighter with every movement of his body against yours.
But not here. Here you would push the titillating feelings away. You would think of...of moldy cheese and rotten meat. Of anything that would keep your mind from straying to sensual thoughts of you with Jimin. Of thoughts that your alcohol stained mind would try to fulfill like dragging the man out of the club and straight to your home to ravish as you saw fit.
And it worked. The thoughts of nasty things replaced your thoughts of Jimin’s body, and soon you felt comfortable in his arms as song after song played. You didn’t realize how much time had passed until Mimi pulled up beside you, letting you know that the club would soon close and everyone wanted to beat the rush of patrons leaving.
You didn’t want the night to end. Sure you may have pushed any inappropriate thoughts of Jimin out of your mind, but that didn’t mean you wanted to leave the warmth his closeness gave. The rest of the group had all begun to make their way to the exit. You and Jimin follow, the palm of his hand gentle and so casually pressing against your lower back as he leads you outside.
It is almost three in the morning. The night was rather balmy even with the sun having long since set. The tepid soft breeze brought no relief from the warmth that engulfed you all.
“Should we go get some brekky?” Jungkook’s eyes light up at the thought of food.
Yoongi hugs Mimi from behind, his chin resting comfortably on her shoulder as he says, “We’re gonna pass.”
Mimi’s small smile makes Jungkook scowl.
Scrunching his nose, he turns to the rest of the group. “Anyone want to go with us?”
Hoseok has an arm around the shoulders of the young woman he’d been dancing with earlier. He looks over at her and she nods.
“We’ll go,” he pipes up, pulling a grin from Jungkook.
“Me, too,” Taehyung raises a hand.
“Alright,” Jungkook beams. “That fills my car.”
Namjoon yawns, stretching as he says, “I’m exhausted. I just want to go home and pass out in my bed.”
“Same,” Jin pouts. “But in my bed.”
“I’ll take you big babies home,” Jimin laughs.
To you, Mimi asks, “Want us to drop you off?”
You had taken an Uber to the club and was ok with getting one to go home, but before you can say a thing, Jimin intercedes.
“I can take you.”
Well...shit.
“Uhm,” you look between Jimin and Mimi. Mimi gives you a subtle tilt of her chin. Keeping your face neutral, you say, “You two can go ahead and go. I’ll go with Jimin.”
“It’s settled then,” Yoongi straightens. “Remember to text the group chat once everyone’s home safe.”
“Alright, gramps,” Jungkook teases, earning a scowl and playful punch from Yoongi.
Your group laughing, you start walking to the parking garage.
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“Can I walk you to your door?” Jimin asks, putting the car in park.
He had long since dropped off Namjoon and then Jin, leaving you alone with him. He made small talk with you as he played slow R&B quietly in the background. He did his best to make you feel comfortable even as you fidgeted with your fingers during the ride.
You feel light headed with the implication of what him walking you to your door could possibly, maybe lead to and find you have to clear your throat a little to reply.
“Yes. If you want to.”
With a nod he turns off the engine and you both exit the vehicle. Stepping up beside you, he follows you to your door. The scent of him is intoxicating, your mind abuzz at his proximity to you.
Stopping at your apartment door, you turn to thank him and find yourself bumping into his chest instead. Reflexively his hands shoot out to grab your upper arms before you can stumble back.
“Shit, I’m sorry,” you say shakily.
For a split second, you merely stare at each other. A culmination of the alcohol as well as the sexual tension that had been building and building the entire night threatens to spill forth and it’s as if this sudden contact of skin on skin is the last bit needed to push it over. His eyes darken and you can feel your pulse thumping in your throat as he licks his lips and brings them down slowly towards your mouth, giving you ample time to stop him if you wanted.
But you didn’t want to stop him.
His lips meet yours and they are velvety smooth as they brush against yours. The kiss is slow, as if he was still trying to make sure you were ok with what was happening. You lean into him, wanting to feel more of him on you. His hands come to rest at your hips, squeezing at the flesh there, holding you in place.
You pull your lips from his, whispering in his ear, “Want to take this inside?”
Who were you, soliciting him like this?
You are too caught up with the sensations he was making you feel to really care about how desperate for him you sounded. He gives you a nod. Punching the door code in, you pull it open and usher him in. Flicking a switch on, the small hallway lights up. You take off your shoes and Jimin does the same. The light illuminates the path as you make your way deeper into the apartment.
“Want anything to drink?” you ask as you near the kitchen.
“No,” he shakes his head as he strolls up to you, his hands returning to your hips.
From behind you, he grinds his pelvis into your ass and you can’t help but gasp. He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, kissing at the sensitive skin there. Bringing your hands down to cover his, you roll your hips back into him, feeling his member already growing hard beneath his skirt.
Fuck, it had been a long time, too long, since you’d been with anyone. You could feel yourself losing control wanting to throw him down on your bed to fuck him then and there, forgetting any of the foreplay. Turning in his arms, you tug him towards you, walking backwards in the direction of your bedroom. He laughs at your enthusiasm and the sound activates the butterflies in your belly.
Flicking on your sea salt lamp, an amber glow fills your room and you suddenly come to your senses. You were about to have sex. You were about to have sex with someone you never even entertained the idea that you would ever have sex with. How did you all get here anyway?
Right. The skirt.
“What?” Jimin asks, his smile a little uncertain. You shake your head, trying to clear it. “We can stop if you want.”
Stop? No. Heavens no. You were not going to stop this. You shake your head even as you think it, but he looks unconvinced. You bring his head down for a kiss, hoping to push away any of his doubts.
“I’m ok,” you whisper.
“Ok,” he smiles, caressing your cheek.
Taking that moment, you pull back to take off your top. Dropping it to the ground, you untie your shorts, Jimin’s hungry eyes watching your hips as you wiggle out of the shorts. Straightening, you find Jimin has taken off his shirt, leaving a very toned torso out on display for your eyes to devour. Eyes widening, you try and think back if you had ever heard him mention having gotten a tattoo. On the side of his ribs in thick black capital letters is the word “NEVERMIND”. It looks so good against the tone of his skin and it’s enough to momentarily distract you.
“Wait,” you put a hand up as Jimin makes to unzip his skirt. Tearing your eyes from the tattoo, you meet his gaze. He cocks a questioning brow at you.
Pink blooming in your cheeks, you hesitantly stammer, “D-don’t take it off.”
A surprised, yet pleased smile spreads across his alluring lips.
“You want me to leave this on?” You nod, swallowing thickly. He chuckles, “I would have never pegged you for a guy in skirts kink.”
“Me neither,” you whisper, unconsciously licking your lips.
He is a sight to see with his toned arms and smooth chest. He shimmies out of his underwear, leaving them on the floor. His six pack ripples beneath his skin with every movement he makes as he draws closer to you. The legs that are visible beneath the piece of clothing speak of strength, agility, and the entirety of his form is almost too much for you to look at for too long. He was just THAT beautiful…handsome from head to toe.
Your pulse is a thunderous cacophony in your ears, your tongue like cotton in your mouth at the mere thought of the desire this man had sparked in you just with kisses. What more could he elicit from you with what was hidden beneath the plaid material that hung so casually from his tight waist?
His hands are warm against your bare skin as he slides into your embrace. The skirt brushes against your thighs causing goosebumps to sprinkle across your flesh. You can’t help but shiver, your skin buzzing with anticipation. Your fingers are itching to slip beneath that skirt, to trace over every inch of him.
Never had you imagined you would be turned on by a piece of clothing. It was exciting, though you were still quite shocked by it, if you were being honest.
His mouth fervently moves against yours as he walks you back towards your bed dragging you out of your thoughts. You giggle when the back of your legs hit the mattress. You make your way to the center of the bed and Jimin wastes no time to crawl towards you. Your breath hitches as the skirt clings to the slope of his ass. His palm glides up the inside of your leg and your body stiffens the closer he draws to your center.
Your panties were already sticky with want.
Your eyes tear away from his backside to his face just in time to see him smirk and lick his lips as his fingers graze over your wet spot. You feel your face grow warm again.
“You’re cute when you do that,” he chuckles as he tugs at your underwear.
You lift your hips to help him as you whisper a breathless, “What?”
The garment disappears behind him and he settles between your legs.
“It’s cute when you blush,” he murmurs before dragging his tongue up your slit.
“Oh, shit,” you curse, as your hands fist the sheets.
You fight the urge to close your eyes, wanting to watch his every move. Hiked up on your elbows you stare down as his hands grasp onto your inner thighs, opening your legs wider and giving him full access to you. Inhaling sharply, your hips jut forward when his mouth connects with your nether lips. At first he sucks slowly on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You bite down on your lip as you watch him hungrily. He begins to alternate between tugging gently at your clit with his lips then twirling his tongue around it. You could no longer keep quiet, the sensations were deliciously licking up your body and spilling out in moans from your lips.
You feel his finger circle languidly around your entrance. You try to arch your hips up, to help guide his finger inside you, but his free hand is still holding you down firmly, preventing you from moving much. You whine in protest.
“What’s the matter,” he grins up at you, giving you a moment to catch your breath. “You want this?”
You feel his finger slowly make its way inside you and you let out a long sigh of relief. It felt good, but not enough.
“M-more, please,” you beg.
Jimin obliges, introducing a second digit. Your entrance begins to stretch to accommodate the additional finger and it feels so good. Even though he is taking a leisurely pace in and out of you, you can feel your body tightening as the sensations build. Jimin returns his mouth to your clit, sucking, licking, and flicking his tongue on the sensitive area, all the while his fingers continue to draw in and out of you. It’s too much all at once and you drop down onto your back, eyes closing and hips undulating of their own accord. At this rate, he would have you shattering into a million pieces in just a few more moments, and you didn’t want that. Not yet, anyway. When you reached your high, you wanted it to be with him inside you.
“Stop! Stop!” you pant, tugging yourself from his hold.
Startled, Jimin looks up at you, wide eyed.
“Are you ok?” his eyes skim over you even as he asks. “Did I hurt you?”
Chest heaving, you open your mouth to speak and are momentarily stupified by how deliciously hot he looks with his lips parted and glistening with your juices, his face slightly flushed and his pupils blown out. He had been enjoying what he had been doing to you and for the briefest of moments you are tempted to let him continue.
Shaking your head, you assure him with a smile, “I’m fine. I’m more than fine, actually.” You swipe a shaky hand across your forehead. “I just....,” glancing away, you cringe at the desperation you feel. “I just need to feel you inside me.”
You hear him chuckle, the sound filled with relief. Hovering over your body, Jimin kisses his way up your abdomen. His hand coasts up your ribs, stopping to massage one of your still covered breasts. He slowly brings down the shoulder strap of your bra, his fingers ghosting over your flesh. Goosebumps spread across your arms and you shiver. Exposing one of your mounds, he covers the pebbled nipple with his lips and sucks gently. Your core contracts as you remember his lips doing the same between your legs just minutes before.
You wanted him so badly.
Letting your hands slip into his hair, you scrape your nails along his scalp. He hums deep in his throat and the sound is beautiful to your ears. You want to hear more.
“Jimin, please,” you implore.
Releasing your nipple, he resumes a trail of kisses up your chest and neck, until he reaches your mouth. The way his lips move against yours is positively sinful. Your back arches, molding yourself to him.
“What do you want?” he purrs into your mouth and you groan.
Rather than reply, you let your hand glide down his side and in between your bodies. He shifts his hips up a bit and you maneuver your way under his skirt until you find his hard cock beneath. Wrapping your fingers around the shaft, Jimin hisses into your mouth. You can’t help but bite at his bottom lip as you bring the tip of him to your swollen clit. The satin-like surface glides smoothly over the slick nub and you are both moaning and sighing quietly into each other.
You had never imagined Jimin kissing you, much less a scenario where you and Jimin would actually fuck. But here you are, and he felt amazing.
No longer able to take the torture, you guide him down to your opening. You groan as he stretches you so sweetly. Even with his previous ministrations, he is still a snug fit. You can feel Jimin trembling as he fights to control his hips as he slowly draws deeper into you until he bottoms out. His head falls back, eyes closed and lips slightly parted and you think to yourself that this is probably one of the most beautiful things you have ever seen in your life.
Jimin’s lips recapture yours as he begins to move languidly, his hips rolling into you and making you writhe beneath him. He feels so good inside you. You can feel the bunched up skirt pressing against your lower belly with every undulation and an idea crosses through your lust filled mind.
Breaking from the kiss, you whisper, “Let me ride you.”
“Fuck,” Jimin groans and you feel his dick kick inside you as his hips stutter to a stop.
In one swift movement, he flips you both over and you can’t help but giggle at his eagerness. Splayed across his chest, you give him a quick peck on the lips before sitting up. Reaching behind you, you grasp onto his very stiff cock, slick with both of your juices, and stroke him a few times before you raise yourself up and scoot back. Jimin’s hands come to rest at your hips, helping you stay up as you align him with your entrance.
Eyes heavy-lidded, he watches you slowly descend around his cock. Your chest thrust forward as your back arches and it’s then that you realize you still have your bra on. Your hips leisurely rock against him as you maneuver the release of your bra. Your breasts are finally bared to Jimin and his hands instantly reach up to palm them. He squeezes and pinches at your nipples as you roll your hips into him.
The room fills with your moans and his soft pants and intermittent words of praise.
“You feel amazing,” he sighs. “You ride me so good.”
The way the words just spill from his throat as he bites his lips, eyes fluttering shut from the pleasure you are bringing him, has your walls clamping tightly around him. You can feel the warmth tightening in your lower belly. Looking for that release, you scrunch his skirt into your fist and begin to move faster, using the material as leverage. Jimin’s own hips begin to buck up into you. His hands come down to dig into your waist to help lift you and bring you slamming down onto his cock over and over again.
“Oh God!” you hear yourself say from far away as you feel the tip of him hit you in the right spot.
Your pulse is beating way too fast, a roaring rush in your ears blocking everything else out as you try to keep up with his rapid pace. You are so close to falling over the edge. You tighten your grip on the skirt, bringing you down harder and feel yourself burst with your release.
“Fuck! Jimin, fuck!” you say over and over as your walls contract and shudder with the force of your climax.
Your body feels like lead and you are so thankful when shortly after you feel Jimin’s hips nearly lock in place as he reaches his own release. He shoots hot streaks of cum inside you, his dick throbbing and pulsing as he spills into you with a loud moan.
Exhausted, you collapse onto the bed beside him. His hand reaches over to stroke your back almost as if he’s reluctant to lose the skin to skin connection.
“That was so good,” he smiles, looking every bit as drained as you felt.
Laughing, you say, “Come on. Let’s get cleaned up.”
He protests, but when you get up, he follows you to the bathroom and you both wash up.
“So, can I take this off now?” Jimin asks with a smirk.
You have the nerve to blush and give him a shy nod. He takes off the skirt before you two return to the bed. You snuggle into his chest and sigh blissfully when his arms encircle you.
“This is nice,” you murmur half asleep.
“It is.” He kisses the top of your head. “Remind me why we’ve never done this before?”
You shrug, “I didn’t think you thought of me as anything other than a friend.”
“Really?” Jimin asks, as he pulls back to look at your face. “I’ve had a crush on you for a while now, but you never seemed interested, so…”
Your mouth falls open in surprise. “Seriously?”
“If I would have known wearing a skirt was going to get your attention, I would have worn one a long time ago,” he smirks.
“Jimin!” you blush.
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Moodboard made by me.
Quote is lyrics from Filter by Jimin
Image credits:
Woman
Bedroom
Jimin Skirt
Jimin Face
Jimin Hands
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