Holding you close and without letting go, Jimin led you to the couch so you could both continue to cuddle. Your grip on him was tight as he stroked your hair gently, the silence was comfortable.

"I hope you believe me now" he commented after a bit with a little chuckle. You just groaned, burrowed against his body, face hidden in his chest. It felt so nice, cozy and warm. Safe.

"You weren't listening, I had to make a move" he smirked as you buried your face deeper in embarrassment.

"I love the little things you tell me about" he commented, sharing some of his thoughts.

"My fun facts?" you pulled away from him just enough to look up, there was a sparkle in your eye and he smiled endeared.

"Yes, those too. And when you tell me about you and the things you like and how you get so excited about it. You start talking faster or send small walls of text as messages" you blushed, but smiled widely at him.

Maybe Taehyung was right, your face lit up when he told you about what he liked about you, rather than just how physically attracted he was.

"What else? Please, go on" you said enthusiastically and he smiled amused. If he had known this kind of compliments were so positive, he would have offered all he had to you. Now his flirting felt shallow in comparison, ineffective and meaningless.

"I like your reaction when I call you saekki, but I'd rather call you my aegi now" Jimin leaned in, speaking low. His full lips brushed your lobe as he whispered the end of the sentence in your ear.

"Can I?" his velvety voice sounded just a tad hesitant in that moment, considering the word caused a whole argument last time.

You pushed him back promptly and he looked at you with a confused, sheepish smile.

"Take me to Lotte first, Mr. Park!" you were bright red as you looked him in the eye dead serious.

Jimin smiled remembering the phrase you seemed to use when flustered. Take you out on a date, wine and dine you, from what he could gather. He was dying to do that.

"I am now formally asking you out to Lotte."

"You are?" you held both his hands and squeezed them tightly as you looked at him with the sparkliest gaze he had ever seen.

It's not that he wasn't loving it, but you weren't normally this level of adorable and you kept surprising him with your reactions.

"Mhm, I think I owe you a date" Jimin grinned, already looking forward to it. The sight made your heart skip a beat.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" you asked, looking down at your interlaced fingers briefly and then up at him. You looked small huddled close to him. He felt guilty knowing he hurt you by keeping it to himself all these months.

"I thought it was selfish of me to want anything. I just wanted to help."

"And hiding that helps me in what sense?" you weren't following and he bit his lip nervously.

He was afraid of picking the wrong words again, bringing up such a sensitive topic. The last thing he wanted was to upset you and have you push him away again.

"With what happened that night, I figured it wasn't the right time to pursue anything. So I just wanted to be there for you as a friend. I didn't mean to hurt you by doing that"

"When has friendzoning ever helped anyone?" you teased him and he laughed airily at the observation. You raised a fair point indeed.

"I love your comebacks" he commented amused, making you blush once more.

"To be fair, I was friendzoned first" Jimin added seriously with a little head tilt and raised eyebrows, challenging you playfully.

"What? When?" you had stopped him from getting closer so many times you really didn't know what he was talking about. His eyes widened in surprise, you couldn't even recall it? He was shocked.

"When we made up after we came back from Nami island. You hugged me and said 'friends?'" he made a squeaky voice when he repeated your words and giggled.

"Do you keep a blacklist or something?" you joked, but felt bad about how he had held onto your words when you had forgotten about that very specific situation altogether.

"Maybe I do" he replied with a straight face and shrugged, trying and failing to not smile, and then you both burst out laughing. He loved the sound of it, to see you so carefree and happy.

"You don't have to do this to help me" your expression suddenly dropped at the realization of what he had actually said. He stopped himself because you needed help.

"If you are here on a mission to fix me, save yourself the trouble, I-" you started and, as your words began to sink in, he urgently pressed his lips on yours, cupping your cheek in his palm and softly caressing it with his thumb. He didn't know how else to stop you from spiraling down.

"I'm here for you. Only you" he said softly when he pulled back and fixed his gaze on yours.

"On board the hot mess express?" you commented unsure and he nodded smiling entertainedly.

Jimin pecked you again and held you close to him once more. He shut his eyes and focused on your warmth, your hair entangled with his fingers, your moving chest as you softly breathed. He was glad he could help you relax, that you sought his company.

He moved your hand to his lips and kissed it, then brought it against his chest and laid his head on yours. This felt so right, he had pictured being with you like this and he couldn't believe it was actually happening.

His stomach rumbled and he pulled back embarrassed. Food had to come into the equation, of course. You sighed frustrated and stood up.

"I'm sorry, you probably haven't had dinner yet" you walked to the fridge and opened it expecting something would have materialized to offer it to Jimin. Water and fruit, that was all, you had run out of your options since your mother visited.

He had observed the mirror on the back of your main door was back and now that he walked in the bathroom, he saw the scale on the floor and a new mirror over the sink. His heart clenched at the realization that you had stopped trying.

When he returned to the living room he saw you looking at a leaflet with a menu for some restaurant.

"We should order something, I've never tried this place, but it's down the street" you handed him the paper and he scanned the options.

"Did you want to share something?"

"No, that's alright. It wouldn't be enough for you" it was true, but you didn't want to eat.

"I can order something else to the side" you pressed your lips together not knowing how to counter that.

"I can't do it, Jimin-ah. Not tonight" after he opened up to you, you felt like you could be honest with him.

It sounded horrible, but you really didn't feel like you could force it. You were struggling worse than before.

He thought about not eating if you weren't eating for a second, but quickly brushed off the idea. That wasn't the right way to go about it, those thoughts were not healthy. There was no way he would let himself fall back into all that.

"It's getting late, maybe I should get going. Eat something back at the dorms" he commented, deciding that was the best way to go. He didn't want to eat in front of you when you didn't want to have anything.

You pouted and looked down at your feet, these things got you so emotional and you really wanted him here with you.

"What's wrong?" he asked concerned when you looked dejected.

"I thought you were staying" you curled a strand of hair that hung from your shoulder around your finger nervously and his eyes widened.

"Overnight?" he asked incredulously. You simply nodded, not turning your head back up to hide your flushed face.

"How about I go to the restaurant, grab a quick bite and come back?" this should be acceptable, he could eat without feeling bad.

"Okay, that sounds good" your soft gaze met his, you looked relieved and grateful. He smiled sadly, he was not happy about this. The thought that you were starving yourself hurt him, but he couldn't force you. He knew that, it was just hard to ignore.

While he was out, you removed your make-up and only doubted for a minute before applying a more natural look. You grabbed your fancy pyjamas fresh out of the dryer and changed into those.

You wanted to look good for Jimin, even if you'd normally go to bed barefaced and wearing clothes you'd never dare go out in. In a sense you felt dishonest, like you were hiding from him, so he could only see a better part of you.

Sighing disappointed in yourself, you heard the door open and closed the door of the bathroom feeling your heart start racing. You looked at yourself in the mirror, at your pyjamas. This suits you, it's okay, you told yourself the words you didn't want to believe.

"Noona, I'm back!" he said out loud as he didn't see you in the living area. Jimin couldn't help but worry a little when you didn't answer.

As he headed to your room to see if you were sleeping, he saw the light of the bathroom was on and knocked on the door.

He was about to let you know he was here when you opened it shyly, your arms wrapped around yourself protectively. Your satin wrap front top was rather revealing at the neckline, even if it had long sleeves and pants.

As you held your stomach, you incidentally pushed up your bosom and his eyes couldn't not be drawn to it, he looked down and away giggling nervously.

"I-I just wanted to let you know I was here and I thought you..." he trailed off pointing to your room, looking at you and then at its door, not really knowing what to say.

"Is anything wrong?" you asked feeling self-conscious after he laughed, your hands clasped together in front of you once again displaying your assets and making him feel flustered.

"Pyjamas" he blurted out, finding some excuse for his awkwardness, "I didn't bring anything because I wasn't expecting this." He bit on his lip, sneaking a quick peek, his eyes flicking to his feet and then up to your eyes.

You'd never seen him looking this timorous, a smile slowly drew itself on your lips. Putting your hands on your hips, you looked up at him ready to tease him.

"It's okay, just sleep in your t-shirt and underwear, I don't mind" you walked past him trying not to giggle at him standing still at the bathroom door, not knowing what to do with himself. You broke him, you covered your mouth not to make a sound at the thought.

"Alright" he walked in awkwardly to wash his face and get ready as you got comfortable in bed. Wrapping yourself in the sheets before he could see more of you.

A few minutes later Jimin stood stiffly at your door looking adorable as ever as he didn't know how to proceed.

"Come in" you said, gesturing with your hand and smiling amused. He took a few steps in a skittish manner and then made his way around the bed smiling just from how anxious he was.

Jimin sat down with his back to you and slowly undid the buckle of his belt. He wasn't sure why he was so worried about spending the night with you. He didn't even flinch when he was with other women, but then again no one made him feel like you did.

He stood up and dropped his pants and you couldn't help but look down. Those muscular thighs and perfectly round...Jimin turned around cutting your train of thought and you turned your head up to the ceiling being painfully obvious, you weren't thinking straight.

Smirking to himself as he got in bed, he was pleased knowing you had been checking him out. You laid on your side with your back to him so he snuggled closer. Should he keep his hands to himself? How far could he go without it being inappropriate?

He cautiously placed his hand on your arm and moved it up and down, gently caressing you in an attempt to be close. Suddenly you took his wrist and tugged from his arm, bringing it around yourself. You wanted to cuddle, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask for it.

Jimin slid closer and pressed his chest to your back, making himself comfortable as he happily spooned you.

He felt the mattress for the hand laid on it next to you and intertwined his fingers. He gave it a little squeeze and tightened his hold around the belt on your waist.

"Good night, aegi" he whispered next to your ear before he laid his head on the pillow with a huge smile.

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