I don't mind waiting. [MinJoon]

Part 1: My Shining light

My eyes were enamored with Jimin as he strode down the stage. His microphone pressed close to his lips with stage light's glittering in his eyes. His dark hair had been freshly bleached to blonde. He was a sight to see. The sound of his voice was angelic, ethereal even. Hitting every high note perfectly. He tilted his head to lick his lips giving one of his seductive grins into the audience, melting them with one look. He was notorious for causing others to shy away with only his gaze. Even the other group members were not immune to his stares. I felt a pang of annoyance as I watched him. Jimin had been ruthlessly flirtatious lately.

Before our tour, he had gotten excessively drunk one night, testing his boundaries with me. Crossing the line after I felt his hand searching for the crotch of my pants teasingly. We were seated at dinner with the other members when it happened.

It was general knowledge that I had a soft spot for Jimin. He could get away with almost anything. I always held back due to his fragile emotions. Even then, during his drunken shenanigans.

Meanwhile Taehyung and Jungkook were forever the center of my and Seokjin's scoldings, due to the excessive public display of affection between them. They well earned their "taekook" ship. None of us could pinpoint an exact timeline of when their relationship started, I didn't care what they did behind closed doors. We were all used to them by now. The simple fact is that I wanted to protect them. Protect them from the worlds hate and refusal to understand them. While our company merely fought to protect their own image.

I sighed softly then smiled, my dimples showing as I relished at the view of the other members. I was proud of them and feeling content. Until my eyes found Jimin again, I lingered on his small waist swaying with the beat of the song. He turned his head, catching my eyes on him. He winked blowing a playful kiss. Air caught in my throat, I wrinkled my brows and turned away. Slowly making my way to the opposite direction of the stage, waving at our fans.

The concert was ending, along with my patience. I felt exhausted, my body ached. I was lacking in sleep and energy. Our fans were the biggest reason I kept going. Their love and support for us as a group was evident. I cherished it as I made my final rounds about the stage waving my goodbyes, signaling the end of our tour in Japan.

My concentration on the crowd was broken, when without warning a body crushed into my back, causing me to slightly stumble. Then small arms appeared, attempting to snake their way around my waist. "Hyung" Jimin's voice sounded hushed over the roar of the crowd. I knew he was about to ask a question, it was in his tone.

"Yes?" I responded, moving to pry his arms from around me. Normally this would not have bothered me, it was typical of Jimin to be handsy with us. Yet tonight, it did. Why did I feel this way towards him so suddenly, was it because he crossed the line that night?

"Can I ride with you back to the hotel?"

I could tell that he was puffing up his cheeks as he asked. He did this to seem persuasive and cute, falsifying innocence to get his way. Like always. I didn't deny him...even though I was irriated by his behavior.

I've never denied him of anything.