I sat at the edge of my bed, holding the small yellow papers in my hands which I had received up until now. I smiled, rummaging through them. I even caught myself biting my lip, as if I got nervous just by his handwriting. It was boyish, clumsy, but readable. I didn't know why, but his handwriting did not fit what I had thought it would be like. I had spotted his signature on his drivers license, when I went through his wallet recently. Why? Because I wanted to see what gift cards he had so we could decide what to eat one evening and when I stumbled upon his drivers license, I had to take a closer look. The photos are always horrible I'd heard, but his wasn't the worst. Anyways, his signature was very over the top, yet pretty, clean and graceful. I hadn't imagined his handwriting to suck this much. But again, I just found it cute.

Though, the letters had turned weirder lately.

Over the past week, I'd received two more, both found in my little handbag shortly after the dates I'd had with Jimin. 

One of them read,

I can be pretty bad Peaches, are you a bad girl? Will you obey if I ask you to?
- JM

As said, they'd grown weirder, yet I didn't seem to find them too weird. This note provoked a feeling shivering through my body. It got me excited for something, but I wasn't sure what. I thought it was sexy.

The next even rhymed, which intrigued me. It was kind of cringe, but attracting too. A man who's good with words, is good by heart, I thought. Maybe, considering his profession as a dancer and dance teacher, he'd write me a song one day. I mean, dancers have to have a knowledge within music as they have to analyze it to make a choreography or whatever, I thought. I was totally day dreaming, but life's no fun without doing just that. The note read,

You like playing with fire I see. I do too, but don't make me.
- JM

Daemi had asked me what the notes meant, and to this I could've asked her the same. Playing with fire? I had been annoyed at him a few times while hanging, but only for a short matter of time and he'd yet to be angry with me. Most of the time, I didn't know what Jimin meant by what he wrote. Yet the words still drew me in some way. Maybe because I knew Jimin had written them.

It was later the same day and Jimin and I had been hanging together for a few hours. He'd gotten off work early and I had no shifts today, so we met early afternoon and it was now past evening time.

We'd been playing mini golf, walked a bit and ended it with dinner. I had an early shift tomorrow at the bakery, starting at 5 am, so we agreed it was better for Jimin to drive me home, than to his apartment. He too wouldn't want me to be too tired tomorrow morning.

Jimin and I had grown a lot closer over the past one and a half week. It felt like I had know him for much longer than I actually had. Not because I knew everything about him, but because I felt safe around him.

All my worries and pressing thoughts would disappear when I spent time with him, and I'd finally relax. When I missed my brother, I thought about how proud he'd be because I was starting to open up again and I imagined how much he and Jimin would click. They had a few similarities, such as what team they cheered on in football, my brother once wanted to be a trainee so he knew dancing too and he could throw off my temper and make me smile again incredibly fast, which Jimin also seemed to be capable of.

Jimin was basically everything I imagined I would've wished for if I was looking for a boyfriend before I met him. He was funny, kind, absolutely handsome and humble even though he had his cocky and arrogant moments. He listened to me like nobody else did, perhaps mostly because I hadn't given other's a chance, but with Jimin I just felt like I could say anything. He made me feel comfortable, safe and stable in a way I hadn't felt since my brother passed. I hadn't been to the club even once, because Jimin always made sure to book my Friday night. He made me feel happier every day, he comforted me when I felt sad and he pissed me off a few times, which somehow always ended in a heated kiss. He was sly, good at flirting and altogether irresistible, even when I was annoyed with him. He always took advantage of that, still I never declined his kiss.

He even accidentally met my parents once. We had went to a grocery store to buy ingredients for dinner, that I this time would participate in making, not by my own choice, Jimin made me. When I was alone, searching for an item on the shelf, my mother's voice suddenly sounded and I turned to see my parents. My mother hugged me as if I we didn't see each other earlier the same day, while my dad just watched with a smile. He asked why I was here.

They knew about a boy back then. I'd told them small things, but no name and not much since I was scared it wasn't gonna last. They'd been cautious about it, but still they seemed happy that I finally seemed to be happier than they had thought.

Jimin came behind me without I realized. My dad immediately asked who that was, while my mother smiled widely without saying a word. She probably already knew. Awkward story short, my mother loved Jimin and kept repeating how handsome he was, while my dad asked him all sorts of questions, all in the middle of a grocery store.

Jimin seemed nervous for once, which I enjoyed as much as I could, while I still felt embarrassed by my father's questioning and my mother's excitement about how handsome the guy I was dating was.

"You're terrible at mini golfing, you know." Jimin spoke, as he turned down the road leading to the street where I lived.

I spaced back in from starring out the window of the car. 

"Terrible? You won by two points Park Jimin." I scoffed, subconsciously pouting my lower lip in annoyance.

"Two very important and great points Ha Y/n." He chuckled.

I didn't respond. I wasn't the most competitive person, but with Jimin I felt like I wanted to win—to kick him down from the throne he so easily put himself on.

Jimin parked the car in front of my house. I let go of the grip I'd taken around the roof handle of the car as he'd parked. It was a subconscious thing I'd started to do the past few months. Every time I was in a car or bus and it turned, sped up a bit or stopped or when the engineer would roar from pressing down the speeder, I'd grab the closest stable thing to keep me secure and safe.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and put my hand on the handle of the car door. I heard Jimin unbuckle his seatbelt too.

"You're not gonna say anything?" Jimin said, reaching over me and preventing my hand from opening.

"I don't know, it doesn't seem like you need any words from me. You're quite good at doing that yourself." I said huffy.

"Oh come on angel." He said and made me look at him.

Angel

I repeated the word in my head. It was the second time he called me that. It felt like I melted inside out as he said it. It was much cuter than the nickname he used in his letters.

"I think you like it when I'm being cocky."

The tickles in my belly disappeared again as the sweet voiced angel got replaced with his attitude again.

"You're being annoying." I scoffed and removed my hand from the handle and under his.

"Annoying hm?" He didn't move back in his seat, but instead placed his hand on the edge of my seat to support his body there.

I didn't respond, but looked away instead. His other hand placed on my thigh, sliding up and down it gracefully.

I looked down at his hand, following its strokes. Jimin was still looking at me, our faces were close. He stroked his hand down to my knee, and went under my skirt continuing stroking my bare leg. My eyes stayed on the skirt which his hand was moving under. My breath hitched as he went far up, reaching the top of my thigh.

"Still annoyed?" He said and squeezed my upper thigh.

I looked back up at him and gulped as our eyes met. I took a deep breath and spoke, "Yes-"

Jimin smashed his lips onto mine just as I let out the word. I immediately complied. I had only waited for him to kiss me anyway.

He squeezed my thigh tighter and it made my lips part, as he fully entered my mouth.

I was tightly pressed against the passenger seat as his aggressive and hungry kiss kept my head against the headrest. I moved my hands around his neck, pulling him closer myself as a reaction to the lust I felt for him right now. As I did, the kiss turned softer and he pulled a bit away as if he always wanted to defy whatever I did, letting me know that it was him who was in control.

He swiped his hand on my thigh under it and pulled it up. I understood his movement immediately and slowly our lips parted as I crawled over to his seat and sat down on his lap. I straddled him, our chest touching each other and our faces close. I breathed heavily and so did he, before he placed his lips on my neck, kissing and sucking on it.

I threw my head back, to give him more access to my neck as I relished in his kisses. He moved away, blew on the wet skin and found a spot and attacked it. He sucked on it for a while, which would surely leave a mark. His hands had found my ass, pulling on it so I'd get closer to him if that was even possible. 

"So tasty." He said as he left my neck. I looked slightly down and into his eyes. He looked into mine as he squeezed my ass, making a smirk form on my face.

I started moving my hips slightly and I felt the bulge in his pants grow. Jimin looked down to where our bodies touched and rubbed against each other. He took a deep breath and threw his head back with closed eyes. His eyebrows winkled as he bit his lip, muttering a fuck. 

My smirk grew wider as I realized I had taken him aback finally and made him speechless. I started grinding and his hands moved from my ass to my hips, helping me move. Jimin opened his eyes again and reconnected our lips, in hungry, short kisses. We were both so out of breath, the one more than the other. 

Though Jimin seemed to be enjoying this the most, I felt the wetness in my panties. The clothes between us left me yearning for more friction. I wanted to throw it all off and just do it right there and then.

I had never felt this good without getting to the sex part in my earlier experience with a guy.

Jimin pulled away from the kiss again and went to my neck, going down slowly and reaching my bust, leaving wet kisses there. A moan left my lips, both caused by the friction between my legs, his hands squeezing my hips tightly and his lips and tongue on my skin.

I bit down on my lips, to suppress the sounds and moved my head to the side. When I did, I noticed a shadow of a person walk past the car and then the lights that was on inside my house and realized where we were.

"Jimin stop." I breathed out, but it came out whiny due to the ecstatic feeling in my body.

I could hear the smirk in his voice, "Once I get started, you never want to stop."

"Stop it." I said again and put my hands on his chest, pushing myself away. He removed his hands from my hips and leant back in his seat, looking up at me with a confused expression.

"You're serious?" He asked with a look of disbelief on his face. His smile was halfheartedly and his eyes squinted slightly, trying to decipher if I was joking around.

"My parents are just inside that house. I don't want them to catch me..."

"Having car sex?" Jimin finished my sentence with a chuckle. I nodded, feeling the blood rush in my cheeks.

"I'm sorry." I said shamefully.

"It's nothing. I will wait for you angel." He said, placing his hand on my cheek and caressing it. I leaned into his chin and smiled.

"We wouldn't want your parents to cast me aside already anyway." He joked.

"My father is actually a really calm man and he's very down to earth. I think he just feels like he has to be the ideal dad and be cautious of my... you." I smiled, feeling the butterflies in my stomach go wild as I was briefly conflicted about what to call him, "My mother loves you. You won't believe how much she's rambled about you since you met them a few days ago. She's almost worse than me." I chuckled.

"Almost? So you talk about me a lot?" Jimin smirked.

I didn't get to respond, as he caught me off guard with my sudden bluntness. Did I just tell him I ramble about him?

"You can't stop thinking about me, even when we're not together, huh?" He said, his self-satisfied smirk growing wider and wider.

I scoffed at his attitude, "That's what stuck out to you in what I just said?"

"Another thing too, what were you about to say? Your... what?"

I scoffed again, a smile breaking my annoyed act. I looked away, but he consistently tried searching my eyes, and at last he grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him.

"I should go." I said, feeling flustered suddenly, remarking I was still straddling his lap.

Jimin hummed, but as I lifted myself from his lap, he placed his hands on my hips and forced me back down. The meet between his bulge and my wet panties hiding my most sensitive part, caused a moan to leave my lips—and one from Jimin's too.

I slapped him gently on the shoulder, scolding him with my face.

"I'm not sorry. You're such a tease, I deserved it." He said.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself to keep my mind from going wild and move from the position I so madly wanted to stay in. I felt Jimin's strong hands keep me tightly pressed against his lap.

"Jimin." I said, pulling on the last letters.

Jimin threw his head backwards and breathed out, "Fine." in a very reluctant tone. He then released his grip on me and I moved over to my own seat and opened the door.

He didn't say anything as I got out of the car, and as I bend down to look inside, he was in the same position. Legs spread, hands between them, his head thrown backwards and his eyes closed.

"Goodbye Jimin." I said, laughing slightly at the sight.

He opened his eyes and looked at me. His hair fell back down in front of his eyes and he had to run a hand through his hair. He pouted slightly.

"Yeah whatever." He cleared his throat and repositioned himself before grabbing the steering wheel.

"Drive safely, okay?" I said.

"If that's your wish." He shot me a smile, "Goodnight Y/n."

I closed the door, took at step back and watched as he turned on the engine.

Jimin looked at me and motioned for me to get inside, but I motioned for him to get going first. I wanted to see him drive away safely. Jimin caved in easily, knowing why I waiting for him to drive off.

As his car left, I felt the evening air breeze send a shiver through my body and I hugged myself before turning around. I noticed a small paper sticking slightly out of the letterbox in front of my house.

I looked behind me, searching for Jimin's car with a smile, but turned around again when he was already gone. I only shortly wondered when he put it there, before I concluded that he must had put it there when he picked me up earlier.

I went inside my house, having a quick chat with my parents before entering my room. I jumped in my bed and got comfortable under my comforter. I opened the note then and read it.

Peaches,
I have warned you. Don't make me punish you too.
- JM

It was like a bolt of electricity shot through me, from my fingertips that touched the paper and all the way down to my toes and to the ends of my hair.

I felt so needy for him right then. 

Warned me about what, I wasn't completely sure. But whatever it was, should I really obey? I wanted to be punished by Jimin.