The Hunt

30

"Even if Sam, or Sehyun, whatever his name is. Even if he is the nice one, I don't trust him." Jimin said waving his hands in the air as he spoke.

"Nor should you."

I drank the remainder of my bottled water and slid down in my chair. I rubbed my face with my hands, not caring that my cheap eyeliner was probably smudged.

"So, I'm going to need to dye my hair tonight. I might not be able to come by for dinner."

Jimin nodded in understanding. "You should still come. Taehyung is good at dying hair. He helps his girlfriend dye her's all the time. I'm sure he'd be happy to help you out."

I started packing up my computer. We still had a few hours to go before closing, but I was done.

"Sure," I mumbled, and coiled up the charging cord for my laptop.

As I zipped my backpack closed, Jimin set his phone on the table.

"Nothing's happened, we should call it a day." Jimin began putting away his own computer. "Do you mind giving me a ride home? We can stop at the store and buy some hair dye on the way."

"Didn't you drive here?"

"Yeah," Jimin ran a hand through his ash blonde locks. "But I was going to give Kook a ride home after his evening class. I just texted him to let him know we're leaving early. He has my spare car key, so he'll drive my car home."

"Okay. Sure, I'll give you ride."

***

"How are you doing?" Jimin asked as we got to my car.

"Honestly? Not great. I just found out my dead fiance was stalking me online, and my estranged father thinks I'm capable of murder. It's been a rough day."

I managed to grab my keys out out of the bottom of my backpack without looking, and unlocked the car. Before I could get in, Jimin stopped me by placing his hand on my shoulder and turning me to face him.

"Do you want me to drive?" His eyes searched mine, deep concern written all over his face.

I was slightly taken aback by his close proximity and tried to take a step back, but I ended up pressed against the car door.

"I-I'm fine," I stuttered. Oh no, why am I stuttering? Why is he so close? Why is he so pretty?

Damnit, Y/n! Do not look at his lips! This is already awkward enough, don't make it worse.

"Shit," I hissed under my breath.

I looked.

"What?" Jimin cocked his head to the side, a small smile creeping across his face.

"Nothing," I grumbled, pushing Jimin back a bit so I could open the driver's side door. "I can drive. Just get in the car."

I slid into my seat, sat my backpack in the back seat, and started the car. Jimin placed his bag in the back before getting in.

"You know," Jimin started as I looked over my shoulder at the car parked behind us. Parallel parking wasn't my strong suit and the car behind mine was parked a little too close. "It's good that we're attracted to each other. It should make the whole marriage thing go a lot smoother."

I slammed on the brake.

Slowly, I turned to Jimin, and issued him the strongest, most rage-filled glare in my arsenal. "Really?" I asked, my voice a full two octaves lower than usual.

Jimin cackled. "Don't you feel better now?"

After what was possibly a seven-point turn, we were on our way.

"Sure," I muttered my belated reply.

Reaching over the center console, Jimin gently rubbed my thigh. His hand lingered a little too long.

"Good."

I removed his hand. "We're not at the coffee shop anymore."