I stood, looking through the small circle-shaped window in the door to where Jimin was practicing.

He was dancing, monitoring himself in the mirror as well as it seemed like Hoseok did, who walked back and forth in a slow pace, watching and noting his every move. Through the mirrors, I could see a bunch of people sitting against the wall. Some were sitting, others standing. I could barely hear the music as I observed Jimin's movements from outside the door. The room must've been soundproof in some way, which made sense as there was multiple rooms in this dance studio.

Today I had no plans. It was a day without a shift, both my parents were at work and I had no to dos. I remembered when I used to hate those days, but now, my instant reaction was to contact Jimin.

So, I texted him and he told me to visit him at work. It was my first time visiting his workplace and the first time ever visiting a dance company. It felt uncomfortable walking through the hallways, not knowing shit about where to go, but luckily I quickly found the right room where Jimin was dancing. I had stood outside the door for a while now. I didn't have the courage to just barge in, mid dance, and I didn't feel entitled to at all.

I observed his dancing from outside instead. I thought it was amazing that his passion was also his work. If only I had such a strong passion for something. Yet, here I was at age 19, not in school, working in a bakery, having no future plans or goals. I had no clue of what to do with my life. At the moment, the highlights were being with Jimin, or having shifts with Daemi at work.

Sometimes I wondered if I was wasting life.

"Do you intend to go in or what?" A voice spoke from behind me.

I turned around to see a girl, with a tight and high bun and holding a water bottle to her mouth, taking a sip.

"Oh, sorry." I said and moved, figuring I stood in her way.

She grabbed the handle and opened the door. As she did, I didn't hear no music, but voices instead. I peeked inside, noting Jimin standing still now and facing Hoseok.

"You wanna come in?" The girl asked me as she held the door. She granted me a welcoming smile, which made me nod without a second thought and walk in with her.

I followed her quietly to the back of the room and sat down when I found an empty spot, slightly distanced from the other dancers that seemed to all know each other. Most of them watched me as I sat down. It nerved me, but I tried to shrug it off. It was quite intimidating being in a room full of people that all know each other.

I faced away from the eyes on me and looked up at Jimin.

His back was full on facing me right now. I looked in the mirror, finding his eyes. It made me smile and ease a bit, that being the familiar feeling of Jimin being around.

Jimin's eyes found mine and when they did, his eyes widened slightly as his head tilted. I sent him a smile and he sent one back. Hoseok must've noticed that Jimin was distant as he stepped aside, noticing me sitting in the back of the room. Jimin noticed Hoseok and quickly put his focus back on him. It seemed as even though they were roommates and best friends, Jimin respected Hoseok as his coach too.

"That's all for now." Hoseok spoke and Jimin bowed shortly before turning around.

Hoseok waved at me and sent me a smile and I sent one back.

Jimin approached me and sat down besides me. He was panting slightly and a bit sweaty still. I could not deny that I found it hot.

"Took you long." Jimin said plainly, his voice raspy.

"I came all the way here and that's how you greet me?" I huffed jokingly.

"Well..." He cleared his throat, "I'm glad you're here angel, I've missed you." He said and put his arm around me, pulling me in for a hug.

"Well you're in a mood." I chuckled, but quickly pulled away from the hug and his embrace as I felt eyes on us.

"I—"

Whatever he wanted to say, I wasn't blessed to hear as the music starting playing loud, surprising me with the loudness of it as I almost wasn't able hear anything from outside the door.

A girl stood in front of the mirror and started moving. Her dancing was different from Jimin's. She mostly stayed in one place and she wore more clothes. I wasn't able to hear the music Jimin danced to, but I could tell by the two different dance styles that it was not within the same genre.

People around me began to chant and clap, hyping the girl up. Even some of the ones sitting down, got up to join the chant.

I looked at Jimin, who was bopping his head to the rhythm and observing the dance moves performed in front of us.

"Did they not like your dancing?" I leant in and asked Jimin.

Jimin turned to face me with a confused expression.

"They weren't that hyped when you danced." I clarified, glancing at the people behind me before facing Jimin again.

He let out a laugh before speaking, "We usually don't chant like that on contemporary performances."

He still had a grin on as if it was a stupid question I'd come up with, "That," He said and pointed to the girl dancing, "is hiphop."

I made an o shape with my mouth, nodding as I understood. Jimin laughed at my reaction, shaking his head slightly.

"What?" I said, bothering his mocking attitude.

"Nothing," He smiled at me, "You're just so cute."

I rolled my eyes hearing that and turned my attention to the dancer. But inside, my stomach was doing flips and my heart running marathons.

About half an hour later, the class was dismissed. Jimin packed up his things, while I observed. I followed him as he left the room and made his way down the hallway. His hair was messy and still a bit wet from sweat in the ends. It seemed soft as it swayed with his movements. He was wearing a tank top, one that made his arms show and his muscles more prominent. The shirt also helped to showcase his shoulder's which were big and I couldn't keep my eyes off them. He carried his bag down his side in one hand, which seemed to make his muscles clench and veins pop.

The muscles in front of me suddenly stopped walking and turned around. I almost bumped into his chest, but barely got to stop myself.

I shook my head free of the dominating thoughts about his body and looked up to catch an eye contact. Jimin chuckled lowly, tilting his head.

I tilted my head back in question, as to why he stopped and why he was just looking at me.

His tongue poked the inside of his cheek. I noticed and gulped slightly, feeling warm in my cheeks.

"You're gonna follow me in there?" He said and gestured to the sign right behind him. I looked at the sign, it read men's dressing room. I took a step back and started moving my hair behind my ears continuously in embarrassment. Jimin only seemed to enjoy the sight as he started chuckling even more.

"You're that desperate to see me naked?" He bluntly said.

It made me step forward and hit him on the shoulder. I was too stunned to speak and I felt my body grow hot all over from embarrassment, but mainly from the thought of Jimin naked. He started laughing, and relaxed his position more.

I cleared my throat, "I'm waiting out here." I announced.

"Suit yourself angel." He smiled before entering the dressing room and leaving me alone in the hallway.

He came back out shortly after. He still wore the same clothes, only had he filled his water bottle and left his bag in there. We went to another dance room then before and as Jimin entered first, I heard children voices. Jimin held the door for me, but only for a short time as some of the smaller kids had already clenched their arms around his waist, hugging him tightly.

Jimin looked at me before looking back down at the kids and clearing his throat, "Everyone, get in line." He ordered and though some were slower than others, they all listened.

The team seemed diverse in age. Some looked, I would say 8, while other's looked older, maybe closer to 13.

I sat in the back, watching him teach for a bit more than an hour. If I had to be honest, I got a bit bored after a while, but it was better than being home and not doing anything. Despite the fact that I didn't know much about dancing and therefore wasn't very entertained by it, I was intrigued by the way Jimin was when he was teaching. He was strict, good at giving constructive criticism in a language that seemed to catch all the kids' attention, despite the diversity of age.

Though, he seemed way more of a nice and fun teacher, than a strict and boring one. I smiled, seeing how soft Jimin was around the kids. He seemed to enjoy spending time with them, while it was obvious how much he loved to share his knowledge and experience in dance. And his students seemed to respect him as well.

"You're really soft with them." I broke the comfortable silence in the car. I didn't want to go home and Jimin wanted me to stay with him, so we decided on going to his place.

Jimin turned to look at me, sending me a smile before focusing back on the road, "You thought I'd be rough?"

I shrugged, not really knowing what I had expected. It had been hard for me to imagine him teaching someone, especially kids.

"I just didn't know that such a softie was hidden underneath all that arrogance." I spoke.

I observed Jimin's reaction. I was in a good mood and I wanted to tease him a little.

"You know, I'll only be rough with you." He uttered. His eyes were still focused on the road, while a smirk crept onto his lips.

I immediately took my eyes off him and focused on the windshield in front of us too. I wanted to say something, keep teasing him and not let him him, but my heart was racing and it made it hard for me to let out a steady voice.

I felt a warmness around my thigh and I looked to see Jimin's hand laying there. I looked at it for a few seconds, blushing and feeling needy for him right then, but when I looked at him, I noticed the absence on the steering wheel.

"Both hands on the wheel, please." I reminded him with a low, but surprisingly steady voice.

Jimin complied without question, knowing my reason. Yet, he spoke cheeky again, "You're sexy when you're bossing me around."

I didn't reply, feeling my body grow hot again after it had all disappeared after reminding him of the steering wheel. He turned the car down the parking lot to his apartment complex.

"You know that?" He kept speaking.

I still didn't reply, but observed the way he parked his car.

As the engine turned off, the car turned heavy silent and a thick and hot atmosphere filled it.

I glanced at Jimin, but as I found him looking at me too, my shyness forced me to exit the vehicle immediately. The intense aura around him was too much for me to handle if he didn't want me to kiss him right there and then.

I walked towards the apartment complex's entrance as I felt Jimin catching up behind me. He placed his hand on my lower back, pushing gently on it making me almost run through the reception and to the elevator.

As we reached the elevator, he pushed the button immediately while his hand still was on my lower back. I looked up at him with questioning eyes, but he kept his look straight forward and as the elevator doors opened, he almost pushed me inside of it.

"Jimin what the fuck" I spoke as he grabbed my shoulders and rapidly but gently brought me agains the elevator door.

He didn't answer, but pressed the button to the level his apartment was on and as soon as the doors closed, he crashed his lips on mine.

It took my by surprise, my eyes stayed open for a few seconds before I caught on with the kiss and his tempo. I closed my eyes, returning the kiss. I moved my hands to grab the back of his hair as his lips devoured mine hungrily.

I heard the elevator bing and felt it stop. I pulled away from Jimin, pushing him away from me harshly. The doors opened soon after and an old women stepped inside. Jimin looked at me and rolled his eyes, but I felt fortunate we didn't get caught making out by an elder lady.

Only a level above, was where we got off. Jimin grabbed my hand and dragged me with him in a hurry. He found the keys to his apartment, unlocked it and closed the door behind me as I got in. Again, he smashed his lips onto mine aggressively and hungrily. He grabbed my cheeks with both his hands, tilting my head and pressing his thumb on my cheek, making me open my mouth more. He slid his one hand down my neck, over my bust and down to my side, grabbing my waist and pulling on it to close the small gap between our bodies.

After a quick minute, I pulled away slightly, feeling a lack of air. Both Jimin and I panted heavily, Jimin leaning his head back a little so he could look in my eyes.

"Is Hoseok home?" I asked stutteringly.

"He's not home until late tonight." Jimin said, switching his look between my eyes and my lips.

"Good then." I said and made him smirk, before our lips collided again in a rather sweet kiss this time.

Jimin moved his other hand down my body too and bended in his knees as both his hands reached my thighs and lifted me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my arms around his neck. I smiled into the kiss before I pulled away and hid my face by resting it on his shoulder.

"Are you being shy?" Jimin said and I could hear the smile in his voice.

I shook my head as an answer. I felt him move and walk somewhere. When I looked up, I only got to see a door behind him close before I was thrown onto a bed.

It shocked me as I didn't expect it. I was panting heavily and a laugh escaped my mouth by the shock of being thrown.

"You like that?" Jimin smirked, crawling onto the bed and hovering over me.

"Getting thrown onto your bed?" I answered with a question, a sarcastic tone in my voice.

He removed the hair in front of my face, before placing his hand back next to my head, "I said I was rough." He said before he leant down and placed his lips on my jaw.

He kissed it, moving down to my neck leaving wet kissing, blowing on the wet spots and sucking on them afterwards. I dug my head back into the bed sheets, feeling myself grow hot and wet. He moved further down, kissing my bust.

I wore a summer dress, despite it being April and the weather was still slightly cold—I had worn a cardigan on top. I felt one of his hands placed on my exposed leg, stroking it slowly up and down.

I bit my lip, suppressing my heavy breaths and my lust to let out a moan. Jimin's hand got braver and riskier as it moved under my dress, reaching my top thigh.

His lips left my bust as I looked down to see what happened. Our eyes met and a cheeky grin found his face as his hand under my dress moved higher and found the rim of my panties. I looked at him while he watched my reacting as he put his thumb to my clitoris and pressed down. The bite on my lip wasn't strong enough as my mouth opened and I let out a moan. I arched my back, the feeling being intense though there was fabric between our skins.

I had never before felt this good without even the dick being inside me. I'd never felt this kind of sensuality before.

Jimin's hand escaped from under my dress and I felt both his hands stroking my shoulders. I followed their movement as he brought down the straps of my dress.

"Fuck you're beautiful." He said, watching his hands bring the straps lower and lower, "I'm so turned on."

I looked back at him and made our lips meet again. He kissed me hungrily, yet passionately as I arched my back to help him remove my dress. His kisses trailed down my jaw again, down my neck and this time further down my bust, reaching my lower belly. I felt a knot tighten as his lips got closer and closer to my core and wetness. His hands grabbed the hem of my panties, playing with them as he trailed kisses on my lower belly and down my thighs, around my panties.

I felt needy as he teased me. I had never been teased before. Previously, I'd gotten straight to the sex and never did I know that this would feel so nice. I looked down at him the whole time, watching him mark my skin with his saliva. He looked up at me, his kisses stopped.

"Jimin, don't—I mean, keep doing." I said between heavy breaths as I already felt needy for his touch again.

"So needy for me hm?" He said, a smirk finding his lips. As he spoke, I felt his breath hit the wet part on my lower belly and it sent shivers through me.

"I am." I answered, desperate for him to keep going and not stop.

"As you wish angel." He cooed, and pulled down my panties. The cool air hit my wetness immediately, making another shiver coarse through me.

Jimin's fingers circled my clit, making me let out a few needy moans. As if he actually listened, he inserted his finger inside me with a swift move. Although I'd asked for it, I didn't expect it and the intense feeling on something filling me, just a little, provoked a wave of moans to roll over my tongue.

He inserted another finger, pumping them as he blew on my wetness all the while. He looked up at me all the time and our eyes met a few times, whenever I found the strength to keep my head up and look at him. It was clear, the self-satisfied expression that was painted all over his face.

I felt the knot in my abdomen grow bigger and tighter as Jimin started plumping his fingers into me faster. I buckled my hips up in search for more friction.

I bit my lip, surprising the unholy sounds that would leave my mouth otherwise. As much as I wanted to moan, I didn't like the sound of my whiny voice.

Jimin pulled out his fingers as suddenly as he had pushed them in me. It left me feeling empty and even more needy for his touch.

"Angel, let me hear your sins." He spoke, getting up so he stood on up his knees that were placed between my spread legs. He unbuttoned his shirt slowly and painfully. I watched in impatience. I wanted to tell him to hurry, but I needed more from him that just to hurry. I sat up and helped him undress. He smirked as he pulled the rest of his shirt over his head and I started to unbuckle his belt, "You're not really the angel I expected." He said.

I didn't respond, my mind set on one thing and that was feeling filled again.

No one had ever made me wait. It was alway in—out—done.

I unzipped his pants and grabbed the hem of them about to rip them down, when Jimin laid his hands on mine, "Wow, steady there my devil."

His choice of words only made me more eager for him to kiss me and touch me again.

"Jimin." I let out in a whiny voice.

"What?" He replied quick-witted.

I didn't say anything. My hand was still on his pants, wanting to pull them down but Jimin didn't let me.

"Tell me what you want." He smirked.

My neck started to get sore from looking up at him for too long.

"Jimin, don't—" I was about to say, but he interrupted me.

"Voice your needs. I'm not a mind reader."

I bit down on my lower lip, weirdly enough feeling shy and embarrassed by asking him to fuck me, never mind my exposed and naked body and the fact that he just fingered me.

"Don't act innocent now. I've already heard your sins." Jimin said, pushing me back so I laid down flat on the bed again. Yet, he pulled down his pants, as he probably felt I was too shy to ask. He pulled down his underwear and my eye glued on his cock.

He grabbed around it, looking at me as he pumped it a bit, "Silent angels don't get heard." He spoke and leant down to hover over me again.

His cock stroke my lower belly and I looked down, biting my lip, trying to stay focused.

Jimin placed his cock to my entrance. The friction was enough to make me gasp, although it wasn't even in yet. He looked back up at me as he pushed his tip inside me and making me bite my lip even harder.

Jimin swiped his thumb across my lip, showing the blood on it before sucking it clean.

The tip of his cock stayed still, and it made me yearn for more. Never had I felt this turned on and never did I want anyone to fuck me this hard. I was desperate for him to fill me up.

"Fuck me Jimin." I whined and another smirk met his lips.

"What?" He said, tilting his head, "I didn't hear you devil."

"I hate you." I said and felt his cock enter me fully right after. I let out a big fuck, the thrust surprising me and finally putting an end to the longing of friction he had built inside me.

"Hate me?" Jimin said through a heavy breath as his cock was still inside me, filling me all the way up.

I didn't answer as my eyes were closed and my head thrown back in pleasure from that one thrust. I felt stretched all the way out and I knew my entrance would be sore later.

Jimin pulled all the way out and pushed himself all the way in again, making me yelp.

"Answer me angel." He said. His hand grabbed around my neck, holding it gently but pressing on it with his thumb.

"Just fuck me Jimin." I whined, feeling helpless and needy for him to pleasure me.

Jimin said no more but started moving in and out slowly, making the intense feeling inside me grow more and more pleasurably very quickly.

"You're so fucking wet. I'm almost slipping out." Jimin said between breaths. His eyes were locked on my face as I tried using my strength to look down were his cock thrusted into me rougher and deeper each time. Moans spilled over my tongue as he found my g-spot and went faster.

"That's right, let me hear you." He praised, leaning down and leaving kisses on my neck.

I couldn't control my moans anymore. My back arched, my eyes were squeezed shut as the pleasure took over me. It was only a few minutes into his cock sliding in and out of me I felt that my high was building to its climax.

"Jimin-" I whined, forcing my eyes open and meeting his right away.

"Fuck." Jimin said, biting his lower lip as his eyes wandered all over my face. His pace got faster, reaching the fastest he'd been yet and our hips collapsed every time he thrusted into me, making the sound of skin slaps fill the room.

"I need... to cum—" I stuttered between my moans. I clenched so hard, trying to hold back for him. It hadn't been long and I was already close to finishing.

"Cum." He said and it took only his words for me to let loose and cum over his dick inside me.

Jimin kept going for a while longer. I felt overstimulated by his continuing pumps into me as I had already finished. I'd never felt this pleasured before.

"I'm almost there, angel." He said in a deep and restrained voice, "Fuck you're tight."

His dirty talk turned me on, yet I caught myself wondering if he did it for his own sake too.

One last thrust left him cumming inside me. His thrusts became sloppier, until he pulled his cock out and laid down next to me.

The room went silent, only our heavy panting being heard. I felt weak, my body felt used and fatigue and I fought to keep my eyes open.

I felt Jimin's hand, lay on the top of my head as he started stroking my hair, "You did good angel." He praised, turning his head and leaving a kiss on my cheek.

I turned my head too, to look at him. I felt my cheeks grow hot and got slightly embarrassed by the situation. Jimin noticed and a smile met his lips, before he moved his arm under my head and pulled me into him. I dug my face in the crook of his neck, feeling his arm laying securely around my shoulder.

"I have never experienced anything like that." I mumbled honestly.

Jimin pulled me away from his embrace and looked at me with a puzzled expression, "What? A man has never pleasured you?"

I didn't really think about it before answering, I shook my head, "Not like this." Right in this moment, I felt so comfortable and it felt natural to tell him.

"You never did foreplay?"

The tone in his voice made it sound as if he was offended.

"No...?" I pulled on the word. I had heard about foreplay and honestly, I thought sucking the guy's dick was foreplay. I realized I never got it. I never got played with before sex. I orgasmed, but it had never felt anything compared to this.

Jimin propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at me as my head still laid on his bed. His nose was scrunched slightly and his eyebrows were furrowed. It was cute. It almost made me forget how naked we both were and what we just did.

"Foreplay is important for a woman. A man gets horny just by boobs and ass, but women aren't as physical." He said.

I stayed quiet, not knowing exactly what to respond.

"I mean, if you only knew how much your smile only turns me on." He said and a smile met his rather serious expression.

"Jimin." I said, but instead of slapping him as I tended to do when I got flustered, I put my hands between our faces, hiding my red cheeks.

Jimin let out a low chuckle, before grabbing my hands and gently shoving them down onto my chest and holding them, "Don't let a man play with you for his own pleasure, Y/n."

His voice was tender. It was like he felt sad for me, but I wasn't used. Yet, nothing had ever felt like this.

"What are you doing right now?" I said as a joke, trying to evade the deep conversation. However Jimin didn't respond to my laugh but instead looked at me with knit brows again, "Y/n, I genuinely like you."

The confession came as a surprise to me. How could he be so annoying and arrogant one second, send me secret love letters the next, be rough and sexy as he was only minutes ago and now all soft and tender as if he actually cared for me?

I genuinely like you too

"And it doesn't reach far accusing me of using you for my own pleasure, I'm pretty sure you climaxed like you never did before." He smirked.

And there he is... the Jimin I know.

a.n.

Hi beautiful people.

Just want to say, let's pretend Y/n is on birth control and Jimin has been tested negative for every venereal disease possible.

I didn't feel like putting a condom scene in there, lol

HAVE SAFE SEX AND REMEMBER TO CLEAN AFTERWARDS!

oh.. and sorry for the slow update. I forgot about this book lol.

I'm not very hyped about it