His Little Play Thing

Preparation

It had been a couple days since you're encounter with the burger thief. He had crossed your mind a few times during the day and you couldn't help but resent him for knocking your burger to the floor. Which you suppose is stupid of you considering you were able to get a new burger and a new shake thanks to your mother being the kind understanding person she was. No matter how hard you try to rid your thoughts of the boy with chestnut eyes you can't seem to shake him. You never thought that you would ever want to date a Korean boy but the longer you've been here, the more your mind replays the boys sexy smirk and sweet voice that dripped with honey, the more you believe that maybe you could find love here after all. If it were with a boy named Park Jimin of course.

You're cleaning your disaster of a room today. You haven't gotten a real chance to unpack yet. You wind up closing your wood door and blasting music to clean, unpack and get everything in order. Once you're comfortable enough, you find yourself dancing, any previous thoughts of a cute Korean boy have been washed from your mind. For the time being.

Singing at the top of your little lungs you can't help but find yourself smiling as you put your clothes strewn all over the carpeted floor away.

"Burn on I'm shining so bright!"

"Lit up like a diamond in the dead of the night"

"There's fire deep in my soul!"

"Imma rise up like the legends of old"

"Brighter than gold"

"Brighter than gold!"

"Now my kingdom's comin' comin'
I was born for the throne"

"Like lightnin' strikin' sparklin' there's heat in my bones!"

"There's fire deep in my soul! Imma rise up like the legends of old!"

"Brighter than gold, Brighter than golddddd"

"I can feel that fire in me! Fire in me! Fireeee I can feel that fire in me! Fire in me! Fireeee"

You're pouncing around the room singing loudly and smiling, putting away you're hundreds of books in your bookcases along the wall. You make your bed and spin around, you throw your hands up in the air and shimmy your hips back and fourth, shaking your head, your hair whips around your face, slapping you softly.  dropping to the ground you shake your butt before slowly lifting yourself up, what's the harm in dirty dancing when there's no one there to witness it right?

Wrong. You were so into your little tease that you hadn't notice your mother open your door.

You run your small hands along your curves to a stop at your breasts before squeezing them together and dropping them back down to your hips, you spin around again shaking your hips and ass again before bending over and running a hand slowly along your leg and up to your ass. Little did you know you were giving your mother one hell of a show. And she didn't know exactly what to yell to you to get you to stop. Her eyes are wide as she stares at her "sweet" and "innocent" little girl in shock and horror.

You hear someone clear their throat and whip around to see your mom standing in your doorway, one hand on her hip and a horrified smile gracing her lips with her bright blue eyes wide and bulging out of her head.

"Uh I was just um" you stumble over the words, feeling heat rush to your cheeks, your entire body feeling like ice, it takes hold of you, and embarrassment washes over you in waves.

She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head, releasing little giggles that steepen your embarrassment further. You pull your pajama shorts down to fully cover your butt and sit down on the corner of your bed, your face flushed and your breathing heavy.