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Author's P.O.V.

She turns the doorknob and painstakingly pushes the door open.

What did she expect? Him performing tango with Lilith? If so, her expectations were lessened when all she was greeted with, was darkness.

A sensual one though, one which almost seemed to be calling out to her. The dim lights seducing her to enter, with no regard for safety.

And that was what she did.

Leaving the door open in case she had to run away from him, she timidly calls out, "Um...Jimin? Are you—"

The door closes with a swing. The hair at the back of Rose's neck stood up, she could feel him behind her.

With each shift of the air around her, she feels him getting closer, till his warm breath fans her bare neck, "Rosè."

One word.

One word was enough for warmth to spread all over her face, her heartbeat rising to an unhealthy degree.

She felt frozen in time, unable to move, unable to speak. Jimin hasn't done anything, but only one word from him had manages to take her to the brink of insanity.

"A-Are you feeling okay?" Rosè manages to stutter out, her cheeks flushed and glowing under the dim golden lights as she turns around.

Her breath hitches, questions, and statements left unsaid in her overcrowded lungs. The butterflies churn in her stomach, clamoring against it.

Jimin stands facing her, less than two inches of space among them. His warm breath fanned her face.

He was drunk.

His eyes seemed dazed with a glint of mischief in them.

Rosè gulps.

This can't be good.

"Are you drunk?" She asks, trying to fill the void in this suggestive atmosphere.

"On you, yes." He drawls out sensuously. His eyes were barely open as swayed closer to her.

If Rose was red then, she was crimson now. She struggles to find her words as Jimin stalks towards her, causing her to walk back.

Legs making contact with the couch, Rosé stops, knowing any further steps could make her fall but before even registering what was happening, Jimin falls onto the couch, grabbing her arm.

And soon enough, Rose found herself sitting on the lap of the greatest seducer in history, or at least to her.

Willing herself to stand up was futile, her legs had given up, and opted to stay in the warm embrace of the couch and the hot mess that Jimin was.

A soft hand gradually rested on Rose's back, pulling her out of her reverie.

"It should be a sin to be you," Jimin speaks out slowly, trailing a finger down Rose's back. The silk cloth covering her did little to nothing to stop the fire set by his touch.

The cold air made her shiver or was it his hand that was now touching her bare skin and Rose blissfully regretted wearing a tank top.

"I don't...I..." Jimin soft fingers drawing circles on the low of her back made her unable to form coherent sentences.

This is wrong.

It was the first time something so wrong had felt so right for her and she wonders how the air blowing soft strands off her hair couldn't dim the warmth spreading across her chest.

Under the low lights, the usual soft features of Jimin's face seemed hard, leaner. The innocence was replaced by a flirty demeanor as he continues to play with her.

"Do you like staying like this?" The smug look on his face increases in magnitude as an offended blush decorated Rose's face.

Rose asserted her denial, "No-No way! In your dreams." A hearty laugh reverberated through Jimin's chest in response.

As his laughter ceased, Jimin's gaze briefly fell to her lips as he whispered, "We do a lot of other things besides this in my dream too, you know,"

At first, Rosé looks bemused but when the reality of his words dawned on her, her eyes widen.

"Y-Yah! You pervert!" She glares at him which looks nowhere near threatening because those red scarlet cheeks say otherwise.

He raises an eyebrow in amusement, "I never specified what we do in my dream, but it seems you like it because that's the first thought that came into your mind."

Rosé's jaw drop while he smirks, she pouts, annoyed at his teasing, she punches his chest and as her fist comes in contact with his chest, he grabs her hand and pulls her making her lay on him, face inches away.

Her breath hitches at the closeness, Jimin moves some piece of her hair from her face and tucks then behind her hair ever so slowly. Rosé closes her eyes at the feeling of his fingers softly grazing against her skin, making her feel tingly everywhere he touched.

"You're so beautiful..." He lets out breathlessly, eyes wandering around her features in a daze.

Her heart skyrocketed.

He slowly snakes his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. She lets out a gasp and looks at him in surprise.

She can't seem to pull away because this wrong felt so right that she wants to keep sinning if it meant that she will get to feel this over and over again.

She notices how he has a soft smile on his face, the dim light illuminating on his face made him look like the wildest dream which was out of her reach.

After all, he's out of my league.

"Don't leave me." The way he looks so vulnerable and desperate catches her off guard.

I won't, as long as you don't leave me.

She opens her mouth to assure him but nothing comes out of it, she frowns tries again but in vain.

She feels like crying because of how he helplessly looks at her waiting for her reply but she can't seem to get a word out of her mouth.

Dark clouds fill her vision and she doesn't want to leave him behind, she wants to be beside him.

But it's too late, it's already dark and there's no going back.

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Rosé P.O.V.

Gasping, eyes snapping open, my hair sticking to my skin due to sweat.

I quickly look around to see if he was beside me or if it was all a dream because it felt so real that I could feel him.

I sigh, pushing my hair back.

Okay, relax...

I take a deep breath and exhales.

WHAT THE FRIDGE?!

Why was Jimin of all people was in my dream? Why?!

I hide my face in my hands as the dream replays in my mind as if taunting me.

My cheeks heat up when I realized the position we were in my dream. A squeal left my mouth and I bury my face in the pillow as if hiding from someone.

I pull out my face from the pillow and rest my cheek against it. Suddenly, my mind replays the soft look on his face, the warmth that I felt at that moment made me feel loved.

My eyes widen at my absurd thoughts then I slap my cheek to get myself out of this weird imagination.

I look at the clock and it was midnight. I just laid there, waiting for the sleep to reach me, and I wish to have a dreamless night because that Jimin made me feel something that I can't seem to pinpoint, and that scares me.

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