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Rosé P.O.V.

I was sitting on the couch in the living room, flipping through channels, I couldn't find anything engaging.

It's been a few days, and everything is calm. We haven't talked to each other like civilized humans.

In other words, we didn't talk at all.

It's like he's avoiding me and I find it weird, I'm not complaining, he can do whatever the hell he wants, who am I to him? Just a maid! Nothing else! Why should I care about him? Why—

Why am I complaining like a jealous girlfriend?

Shaking these thoughts off, I finally decided to just watch a K-Drama.

I relax on the couch, and before I knew it, I was already enthralled by the drama.

I squeal when the male lead finally made a move and how the female lead blushed.

They are so adorable.

I was awing the whole time, they were so cute that I never wanted them to separate even if I know it's just a drama.

Then there was a point where I kinda felt envious and imagined if I could have someone like the male lead in my life.

I sigh.

These Oppas only exist in K-Dramas.

I pout at the bitter reality but then my eyes widened when the twist came.

That was so unexpected!

Totally forgetting about my momentary sadness a while ago, I was so into the drama that I didn't know what was happening around me.

The heartbreaking part came and the female lead was about to die in his arms, saying she's leaving but her love for him will never die.

Noooo. Don't go! Don't leave him!

I feel tears in my eyes as I sniffle, my heart aches at the scene.

I wipe the tears at the corner of my eyes, feeling the need to hug something.

A pout gracing my face, as I patted my hand beside me to get a grip on something, I fist a cloth and wrap my arms around that cushion, wiping my tears from it.

Wait, why does the cushion feel so long and hard?

I look down to see that I was holding an arm, my eyes follow the arm and it was none other than a ghost.

My eyes widen and my breath hitches.

I'm just kidding.

Jimin was looking at me weirdly as he eyes his arm in my grasp and then looks at me. His face scream, what-the-hell-are-you-doing?

I smile awkwardly and let go of his arm, feeling embarrassed.

"You look like a chipmunk while crying," He says, and my jaw drops.

"What did you just say?!" I dare him to say that again as my blood was boiling.

Like he doesn't look like a shaved monkey!

"What you just heard." He shrugs.

"Ouch!"

I start to hit him with the cushion while he was trying to shield himself with his arms.

"Yah! I was just jok—Ow!" But I didn't stop because I was secretly enjoying it.

In an instant, he grabs the cushion and tries to pull it out of my hand and I was holding onto it as my life depends on it.

With a jerk, the cushion went flying to God knows where and I fell on top of him.

Oh. My. God.

My face was buried in his neck and I breathed sharply. His scent enters my nostrils and I want to close my eyes and inhale deeply. He smells like petrichor and it's always been my favorite scent.

But then reality struck me like lightning and I push myself up to see him looking at me with wide eyes. I'm sure I'm also mirroring his expression because we are so close that I can feel his breath on me.

Holy shit.

His eyes lower down to my lips then he looks up at my eyes.

All this while I was lost in his eyes.

In a blink of an eye, before I knew it, he was on top of me. He pushes me to my back, hovering above me and I let out a gasp in surprise.

He leans his face closer and my eyes wide open as big as a saucer.

His thumb brushes against the corner of my eye as if he was removing something but I couldn't concentrate because all I could see was him.

"These tears aren't worth crying over that stupid drama," His tune is ever so soft that his voice feels like a soft caress of a petal against my ear.

His thumb caressing against my cheekbone and his eyes on his hand then move towards my eyes.

He leans down his face towards my ear and my breath hitches when I feel his lips almost touching my earlobe.

"You look cute when you're crying." My eyes widen as I feel my cheeks heating up.

God, what happened to the shy Jimin, who is this guy?!

Butterflies wild in my stomach, my tongue-tied because I didn't know how to answer that and his proximity isn't helping me either.

He blows at my neck and I shudder at the feeling, I swear I can feel him smirking.

What's with him so suddenly and why the hell am I not pushing him away?!

I place my hand on his shoulder and just as I was about to push him, I feel something soft against my nape which jolts my body at the weird sensation.

My hands grip his shoulder tightly as my breathing gets a bit heavy when I realize that he just placed a kiss on my neck.

"J-Jimin." I curse at myself for stuttering. I want to stop him, push him away but my body is betraying me and somewhere in my heart, I know I like it too.

"Yes." He says in a sultry tune and pulls away from my neck. I feel like I can finally breathe. He looks at me with hooded eyes, his lips curl up from one side, looking totally different from the Jimin I'm used to seeing.

He looks like....like—

How he looked in my dream!

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