"I wanna kiss you again." He whispered, tilting his head.
NO I'M NOT READY-
Just as our lips were about to touch he suddenly sat up, pulling away.
"Sorry I'm too tired. Maybe later." He yawned as if nothing happened.
This bitch!?
"What the hell?" I mumbled, giving him a weird look.
Without any warning he turned around again and pinned my wrists, slamming his lips on mine.
"I was kidding." He whispered against my lips before enveloping them with his again, deepening the kiss.
I felt like I was on cloud 9.
Passion, warmth and pinch of lust. That's what I felt.
He tasted like mint and strawberries. Cool yet sweet.
There was no music, no distractions. Nothing that made us do it this time.
He wanted a kiss, he got it.
So did I.
He gently parted his lips against mine, his tongue swiping across my bottom lip in a small kitten-like lick.
I parted my lips too, resulting him to capture my lips again and slowly intertwining our tongues.
I freed my hands, burying them in his soft chocolate hair as he let out a little moan.
His hand then travelled down, sliding under my t-shirt as he rested it on my hip, the cold sensation causing a gasp to escape my mouth.
He pulled back after our silent battle, his lips detaching with a soft 'pop' sound.
He grinned cutely against my lips, caressing my hip with his surprisingly icy hand, as if all of this never happened.
"You have no idea how I felt when you kissed me at the concert. I wasn't expecting it. But the feeling and emotions at the moment made me expect it I guess...." Jimin spoke as he slowly lay down beside me after switching off the lights.
I didn't talk.
Because I didn't want to blurt out something stupid, unnecessarily.
"What's wrong, boo? Why you being so quiet hmm?" He looked into my eyes as I felt a smile creep up my lips, blushing because of what he called me.
"It's nothing.....nothing at all." I replied, hiding my face with my hands.
I probably look like a seasoned potato.
Jimin laughed, removed my hands and leaning in again, to peck my nose.
"You're so cute." He sighed placing an arm around my waist and turning me to face him, pulling me closer.
"As if you're not." I mumbled as he raised his eyebrows, bursting into tiny giggles a second later.
"Goodnight Jiminie." I smiled at him, only for him to return the same.
"Goodnight and sweet dreams. I shall see you in your dreams again okay?"
"Oh god shut uuuuupp!!" I rolled my eyes as he laughed.
Rubbing my eyes, I then switched of all the lights.
"Don't rub your eyes so hard you'll go blind-" His voice boomed in the dark room as I immediately stopped my actions.
"Okay mom. Now go to sleep." I yawned while cutting him off.
"For your information, you don't make out with your mom."
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PARIS || Park Jimin FF
FanfictionA stranger appearing in your dreams can signify many things, maybe it's a sign that you're lonely, maybe it's someone you've forgotten or maybe, its someone you're destined to meet. Except, we're not talking about destiny and all those lame things h...
