"Let me touch you, Jimin. Please. Please let me."
No. Hell no. Seven bloody hells, no, no and no. Absolutely in no friggin way!
Those are the things he should have said yet didn't.
Maybe it was the pleading, longing look in his eyes.
Maybe it was be...
Okay.. but can you please just LOOK at him? Is he even real??
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Seriously... I would sell my organs for him...
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He managed to avoid Jungkook and the rest of the four F-squat for the next two days, even Hoseok who was practicing for a performance which took up his entire time. Jimin could finally relax a little, not having to worry they might appear out of nowhere and mock him for being a red, stuttering mess the other day. Not to mention rude since he had still not thanked Jungkook. And hopefully they had forgotten about it now.
