Jimin's Whore • PJM

Twelve

You'd worried what Jimin might have meant by casual, but it was too late to change your mind, you were standing near the entrance of the arena. You'd gone with a pair of black cropped jeans with a white tank top then you'd tossed a gray sweater on top. You'd thrown on a pair of combat boots, and thought you'd done well. You'd kept your make up subtle and your hair loose. Who went to basketball games like it was a fashion show?

"Ms. Y/N?" A security guard had approached you quietly, you almost startled when you heard him say your name.

"Yes?"

"I'll escort you to Mr. Park's seats, I'm Lee Woo-shin." You nodded, your heartbeat slowing down as he lead you through the crowd, and down a back hallway.

Of course Jimin couldn't just nonchalantly breeze through the front gate and sit in the general bleachers with you. The thought hadn't really played out in your head that way, but thinking about it now felt silly. What did you think was going to happen? You'd reached an elevator and Woo-shin twisted a key calling it.

The silence felt awkward as you stood side by side, thankfully it arrived quickly and you both boarded. He pressed a button that read BX and then you were traveling upward.

"The private boxes?" Why had you said that out loud? He probably thought you were stupid now.

"Yep." He chuckled, but not unfriendly. "We're almost there, just down this hallway." He motioned you out of the car and lead you around a corner to a door. A couple sharp knocks and then it was opening.

"Welcome Y/N." Kim Seokjin opened the door, tall and gorgeous then stepped back allowing you entrance. You hadn't expected to see him, blonde hair falling over perfectly shaped eyes. Those same eyes were staring at you, a curve coming to his full mouth that dried your tongue against the roof of your mouth.

"Hi-,"

"You must be the lovely lady Jimin won't shut up about." He  looked at you as if you were edible, sending blood rushing to your cheeks. He was blocking your path further into the space, his wide shoulders making him seem larger than he really appeared.

You had to tilt your head back to look at him fully, he licked his bottom lip watching you. He was reaching toward you and you felt frozen watching his fingers as they brushed your hair behind your ear, one finger lingering, toying with a lock.

"You shouldn't cover up your beautiful face with all that hair." You felt like your cheeks were blazing with fire, why was he having this effect on you?

"Hyung leave her alone," Jimin grabbed your arm pulling you around Seokjin and kissed your lips softly, "hey Angel, come meet everyone." Now your cheeks were burning for an entirely different reason. Had he just kissed you in front of his friends?

Jimin walked you further into the room. It was a wide space, relaxing colors of creams and grays a contrast to the bright golden yellow and bright blues of the Thunders banners displayed in the areas downstairs. Tables full of food were to one side, a wall of doors to the other, you guessed a private toilet maybe butler's pantry. At the front of the room were three rows of comfortable tiered seating descending, a huge glass window floor to ceiling overlooking the court below. There was enough seating for fifteen, two of the seats already occupied by Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok in the middle row. From your position by Jimin you were gazing down at them.

You hadn't realized this was going to be a group event, and you tugged your sweater tighter around yourself. You shouldn't have felt under dressed, everyone was wearing some sort of jeans and t-shirt combo, but you felt you might have put more effort into it knowing you weren't alone with Jimin. The guys turned from their conversation and eyed you, much in the same manner as Jin had bringing heat to your tummy now, apparently they thought you were dressed just fine.