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That was true, it only made you smile wider and blush harder as you tried to ensure your hands’ attachment to your face. You groaned, and told him to stop it once more.

“Babe, ‘cmon” he probed, a hand retreating from a wrist as he proceeded to poke at your side and make you jump away with a loud squeal.

“Jimin!”

“Let me see those gorgeous dimples!”

“What the hell! Stop!” He pulled at both your wrists with one hand, the other keeping at your side as his fingers ghosted over your thinly concealed torso. You couldn’t help the giggles that slipped out of you during his assault, years of knowing each other gracing him with the knowledge of all your weak spots’ locations. Damn him.

Jimin somehow managed to get you on your back, the struggle to keep your hands over your face providing a harder challenge the longer you denied him what he wanted. It takes you nearly falling off the couch and hitting your head on the floor for you to remove a hand and catch yourself while Jimin firmly held the other, thinking he could catch you by the limb.

You gasped as you straightened the arm that your boyfriend didn’t hold, eyes blown wide and darting between your open palm against the flat surface of the floor and Jimin who was mirroring your shocked face. He was the first to break into a smile as he helped you up and wrapped his arms around you before chuckling into the crook of your neck, giving you no choice but to laugh with him.

Once you’ve both calmed down and the course of your inhalation had levelled out, your arms retreat slightly from the hug you held Jimin in, your hands coming to rest on your waist; a small smile painted your lips slightly higher, a fair pink blossoming on your cheeks.

He hummed the vocal line’s song slowly, his voice soft and gentle as your small smile grew in size once you roll your eyes and lull your head to the side slightly as an internalised laugh and groan mixed into each other. The humming distorted slightly when Jimin tried to suppress his giggle but failed, your eyes meeting once again as you tried to hide the little dots in your cheeks.

“My illegirl” he mumbled, brushing the tip of his nose against yours..

You couldn’t help it, it was too funny to avoid and too cheesy to comprehend that you bursted out laughing; throwing your head back as your hearty laughter turned into the unintentional hiccups. You’ll never understand why that cracks you up, Jimin’s Busan accent showing through but obviously not the reason for your hysterics. Your grip on his muscular shoulders tightened slightly so as to keep your balance the second time around.

Jimin smiled along with you, his eyes squeezing lightly into crescent moons as he watched you in your happily vulnerable state. You giggled, you eyes mirroring his, before you leaned in gently and allowed the soft sounds of nothing and everything in your apartment to envelope you and Jimin as your lips met in a firm kiss.

Your arms snaked their way around his neck and pressed him close to you as his did the same around your waist. Jimin nibbled on your bottom lip as your mouth closed tightly around his top one. You moaned slightly, unknowingly giving Jimin the chance to slip his tongue into your mouth and deepen the kiss even further. Your hand tangled in his hair, pulling at it gently as the other slightly clawed at his shoulder blades; the desperation to have him closer winning over your other senses.

He began to push you backward, a hand raising itself to cushion your fall. Neither you nor Jimin made any move to break your series of kisses, your tongues moving against each other as shameless sounds were unconsciously exchanged. Once you lay on the couch with your body weight seeping into the plush, Jimin bites your lip gently and pulls away, bringing the soft flesh with him for a small distance and making you exhale in an aggravated moan.

“Jimin” you gasped, retracting your hands from your embrace around him and cupping his face tightly before bringing his lips back to yours, eliciting a series of fervent, hurried and desperate collisions. He smiles against your lips, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he presses into you. His leg is slotted between yours, pressing against your heat and pulling a whine from you as you lift your hips into his. Your hands make their way to his neck, holding him to you as you lick into his mouth and allow him to explore your own just like the many times he had before. “Jimin, fuck”