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Chapter 13

Jimin's POV

"So, where are we going, Tae?" I asked as we pulled away from my house.

"We're just going somewhere to hang out and talk. We haven't had a civil conversation in a long time. All we talk about anymore is work, work, work." he replied, pulling up a few minutes later at a park a few miles away from my house.

"Ok, so what do you want to talk about?" I asked, opening my car door.

"I want to know who Mr. Mystery Man is that you had at your house last week. You too seem to like each other a lot from what I saw." he said with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

"Tae!" I whined. "Do I really have to tell you who he is? Or can I just describe him?" I asked, I don't want him to know that I'm almost-sorta-kinda dating Min Yoongi.

"Which ever is more comfortable for you. Although I'd like a name." he said, sounding slightly disappointed because he knew that I wasn't going to tell him who he is.

"Well, it's actually someone you know about. He seems hard and mean, but he's actually one of the sweetest guys I've ever met. I just feel safe and at home with him, even though I shouldn't." I said with a slight sigh of contentment as I thought of Yoongi.

"Why shouldn't you?" he asked, trying to find out who it is.

"Because he tried to come off as a bad person, but he hasn't done anything lately to show that he is who he says he is. It's like he's changing for me. Even though I didn't ask him to."

"Whoever this guy is, it sounds like he loves you." he said, smiling at me.

"Why do you say that?"

"You don't just change for someone that didn't ask you to change anything unless you love them. He may not be in love with you, but he's pretty damn close to it." he said, pulling me into a side hug.

"But we're not allowed to love each other." I said sadly.

"Why?"

"Because he's a bad person. Hes broken the law multiple times and I don't even know why he did it. And he's not even human!" I started to get louder as I spoke.

"Chim, calm down. I'm sure whatever he did, everyone can look past it. You said he hasn't done it in a while, right? So maybe he's trying to better so that he can love you." he said, trying to cheer me up.

"Maybe." I said, feeling only slightly better.

"Tell me more about him." he told me as he dragged me over to a bench.

"Well, like I said, he's one of the sweetest guys I've ever met. I feel at home with him. Everytime we kiss, my knees get weak and I can't think anything other than him. Everytime he touches me or hugs me, I feel a shock and fire across my skin. I just want to be with him all the time. He isn't messed up about anything. I had to ask him to get a bullet out of my shoulder yesterday and he did it without freaking out or anything. He-"

"Wait, why did you have a bullet in your shoulder yesterday?" he asked, concern clear in his voice.

"The douche bag I was chasing yesterday shot me twice. Once in the leg and once in the shoulder. I got the one out of my leg, but couldn't get the one in my shoulder out so when he called me I asked him to come help me and he hurried over."

"What else happened yesterday that I should know about?"

"Well, we watched movies and fell asleep last night. So he was there this morning when I woke up. And his morning voice is sexy." I told him.

"Wait, does that mean that he was there when we left your house earlier and you didn't introduce me to him? Why do you not want me to know who he is?" I could hear him getting slightly offended and upset about this.

"I just want to keep this relationship unknown for right now. I mean we're technically not dating."

"You were pretty much making out last week when I pulled up and he slept at your house last night. I think you're dating."

"But neither of us have asked the other one. I mean we went on a date once and that was the night that you saw us. And he wants to take me out on another one, but that doesn't mean that we're dating yet." I explained.

"Oh, so you're one of those people." he said, exasperated.

"One of what people?" I asked.

"One of those people that have to be asked before you'll consider yourself dating. Look, you've made out, he slept at your house, you've gone on a date. You. Are. Dating." he said the last part slowly.

"Maybe. I'll talk to him about it next time I see him." I stated. "Now, you prevented me from having breakfast, want to go get some? I'll pay." I offered.

"Free food? Always." he said, pulling me up and dragging me back to the car.