You looked around your living room, filled with nice furniture, but no one there to keep you company. Joy hasn't texted you back, probably still passed out on her hotel bed. You bit onto the inner part of your bottom lip before remembering your conversation this morning. Only two hours ago, you realized that Jimin was an artistic, caring person. Both of you were. Jimin expressed his art with his body and you used a brush. It's been a while since you had painted anything, but that doesn't mean you aren't an artist. It just means you didn't have any inspiration.

The way Jimin talked about his family and friends made you realize just how caring he was. He talked about them as if they were on a pedestal, the most perfect people ever. The smile on his face showed in his eyes as he talked about them, pointing at each of the pictures while telling you where the pictures were taken and what made him want to take the pictures.

You let out a soft sigh, the guilt starting to build up inside of you.

He's a nice guy, and yet here I am, watching him have sex and masturbating to it like a stalker.

You sat up straight on the couch before you picked up your phone, deciding to call Joy.

One ring, two rings, three rings, fo-

"Hello?" you heard a groggy sounding Joy on the other line. You let out a soft laugh.

"I knew you'd still be hung over," you started. You heard her shuffling on the other line. She mumbled out a 'shut up' before you started talking again. "I'm starting to feel guilty." You bit onto your lower lip.

"About what? Throwing a party?" you rolled your eyes at her words.

"No, about..." you started saying. You heard a car door shut outside of your house and saw Jimin walking towards his front door, hand combing through his hair as he looked frustrated. You shook your head before turning the other way to continue your thoughts. "About becoming friends with Jimin to have him play along with my... um... kink."

"Sweetheart, you're not using him. I saw you playing beer pong last night and you were having fun. Making a friend and then asking if they'd be interested in being fuck buddies isn't a bad thing. Men do that all the time without feeling a single sign of remorse. Why can't we do it too?" her words started to click in your mind, and you nodded your head.

"But the thing is..." you started before turning around, seeing him entering his home. "He's really nice. I had breakfast with him this morning and-"

"Um, excuse me??? And when were you planning on telling me that?" you bit harder onto your lower lip as your eyes tightly shut from the intrusiveness of her voice.

"Right after I told you about my guilt."

"Y/N, what happened at breakfast? From what you told me, you made it sound like you just wanted a fuck buddy. Is that not the case anymore?" you gulped, your mind drifting to Jimin's face this morning. Him leaning in, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. 'Don't worry baby, I'll find us a really nice house.' You licked your lips before starting to shake your head.

"I-I don't know anymore. I know I like talking to him." You said, anxiously twirling your hair around your finger. You heard her take a deep breath before she spoke again.

"Listen, whatever you do see yourself doing when it comes to Jimin, I support it. You need to stay alert though. You mentioned Jimin having sex with two random girls. If you want more than what those two girls got from Jimin, you have to go after your prey." You inhaled a deep breath before turning towards Jimin's house. You stared at his front door before moving towards your bedroom, peeking into his living room. You saw him starting to read one of his dance books, which caused a small smile to form on your lips.

"Alright. Thanks."

"And again, if you just want a friend with benefits or fuck buddy, don't feel guilty about getting to know him first. After all, the term 'friends with benefits' has the word 'friend' in it." You nodded quickly to yourself before smiling widely.

"You're the best. I'll call you later and come check on you around dinner time. Text me if you need me to bring some extra medicine or anything, okay?"

"Alrighty. Talk to you later." She said before the line hung up. You licked your lips before deciding to mess with Jimin. Right when you were about to text him, your heart stopped when you saw the little dots on your screen, indicating that he was typing.

Jimin: You know, instead of watching me read from your window, you could come to my place. 😂

You widened your eyes, body tensing as your grip on the phone tightened. You slowly looked up, eyes meeting Jimin's as you looked into his window. One of his legs was hanging over the other, foot dangling in the air as he leaned back against his couch cushion. He tilted his head to the side, arching a brow as he saw you looking at him. His hand was near his face, his index finger gliding over his lip for a moment. He lifted his hand away from his face and gave you a small wave, his smirk widening as he saw your shocked impression.

You slowly raised your hand to wave back at him, gulping as your body remained stiff. Once you waved, he put his hand down, signaling for you to come over to his place with his hand. You took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Jimin noticed how tense you were, causing him to furrow his eyebrows for a moment. You looked down to your feet, avoiding eye contact at any cost.

He just caught me watching him. Thank goodness it wasn't while he was having sex.

But...

Does this mean he's noticed me staring before?

Your eyes looked back up at Jimin, who looked slightly concerned. He leaned forward and placed his book on the coffee table, setting it down. His hand reached for his phone and he started typing something onto his phone before his eyes glanced up at you.

Jimin: You okay? Sorry if my last text embarrassed you.

You looked up from your screen, seeing Jimin sitting back once more, still eyeing your expression. You took a deep breath before a smile formed on your face. Jimin's shoulders immediately lowered, becoming less tense once seeing you smile. He returned the smile and then signaled once more for you to come over to his house. You then shook your head and reached down, grabbing your phone.

Y/N: I can't come over. I have to go check on Joy and attend to her hangover. Maybe next time?

You looked up, pressing send as you watched him immediately grab his phone, scanning the message. He nodded slowly to himself before he looked up at you and gave you a thumbs up, mouthing 'next time.' You looked at your phone, eyeing the time. It was only 2:17. You said you'd check on Joy at 5. You immediately turned away from the window, waving to Jimin before walking into your living room. Your thumbs dialed a number hurriedly.

"Ugh, what? My head is pounding." Joy said from the other line.

"Then put your phone on vibrate," you started, rolling your eyes at her attitude. "I'm coming earlier than I said. I'll be there in about 10." You hung up the phone before she could object and grabbed your car keys, rushing to your front door. Once outside, you locked your door and got into your car, driving over to her hotel.

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Your anxiety diminished after you visited Joy at her hotel room. Joy gave you advice even though her head was pounding from the amount of drinks she had at your party last night. Relief flooded throughout your body when Joy managed to talk you out of your anxiety. Regardless of Joy comforting you, your gut still felt a sinking feeling. Your gut knew that something was off. In all your time living here, Jimin never closed the curtains.

Yes, he's a realtor and knows that this is a safe area, but why doesn't he close them? Does he just forget? Does he like it better with the curtains open? Or does he know that I watch him occasionally and plays along by leaving the curtains open out of humor?

The thoughts continued to surge through your mind before you let out a frustrated groan. Walking into your bedroom, you let all your body weight press down onto the top of your bed as you jumped onto it face first. Your face was buried in the pillow, arms and legs sprawled out to take up most of the area on the bed. You continued to breathe in and out slowly in hopes of forgetting the incident that happened, before slowly drifting off into a deep sleep.

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The next morning, your ears perched up at the sound of a loud bang early in the morning. Your ears intently listened as you heard something being slammed. You immediately opened your eyes, jolting from your bed before you widened your eyes once you realized the noise was too far away to be in your home. Your body slightly relaxed once realizing the noise wasn't coming from inside or near your home. You slowly got out of your bed, walking into your living room towards the window nearest to Namjoon's house. Your gut wanted it, hell it even needed it to be coming from Namjoon's home.

The noise went off again and your eyes automatically shut tightly. Your intuition was correct when the noise came from the other side of your house. You slowly turned around, walking back to the doorway of your bedroom. You leaned against the doorframe, small hands tightly gripping onto the cold surface. You peeked through your window from a distance to see Jimin holding a girl. Your heart sank.

You felt your body slump, becoming immediately sad at the sight. You watched Jimin's figure disappear into his bedroom with the girl and this caused you to look down at the cold, wooden floors of your home.

So that's why he wanted me to come over last night. He spent yesterday morning trying to get to know me so he could get in my pants. I shouldn't be surprised. After all, my original intentions were to do the same as well. I changed my mind about my intentions after having a long conversation with him at breakfast. I guess that's just his way of getting into girls' pants. Flirt with them, act like you know everything about them, take them on a date, fuck them, then never be seen with them again.

You pursed your lips before pushing your hands against the door frame, using the force to push your weight off the door frame you had been leaning on. Regret started filling your body, feeling disgusted in yourself. The fact that your mind started off by thinking that you could get Jimin in your bed and have him be your fuck buddy, before shifting to thinking about having an actual relationship with him, made you sick.

Either Jimin was going to use me as a one-night stand or he just wanted to be friends with me. If it's the second, that means his flirting was all just a joke to him. His attempts at flirting with me the past few times I've seen him were all empty pick-up lines that he didn't really intend on acting on.

Maybe Jimin and I should just remain friends and I'll start finding a better alternative to fulfill my voyeur kink.