"... another terrorist attack. A bomb exploded at the top level of a business building, killing at least eight people and injuring countless others."

The harsh crackle of the TV greeted me as I slowly swam to the waking world. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was a burning building.

The screen displayed a large enterprise building with plumes of smoke and flames pouring out. Wide awake now I stared in shock at the monstrous sight.

Mercifully, right then the screen changed back to a news report who looked as grave as I felt. "Officials are still investigating this incident. However, evidence points that once again, an Outworlder is to be held responsible."

My stomach dropped. What was happening? Why were all these explosions and incidents suddenly occurring? It had hardly been a week since the aircraft crash, not to mention both disasters were holding Outworlders responsible.

On the topic of Outworlders.

Realization struck me like a brick to the chest, slamming me into reality.

I was half sprawled on top of no other than my assigned Outworlder. Jimin lay still underneath me, eyes closed, mouth parted slightly. Our legs were tangled together and the couch pressed against my back while my torso was flushed against his spine.

My blood immediately warmed at the awkward position. I didn't even remember falling asleep. I just remembered carefully tracing the Marks, the frosty lines that laced up and down his arm. The silvery light had been the last thing I remembered before I must've passed out.

Crap crap crap. I tried to slowly sit up, hoping to manage to detangle myself from him without waking him up. I braced my hands on either side of his hips to try and carefully lift myself off him.

"Careful partner," Jimin murmured, voice slightly raspy. "You're dangerously close to touching something very important of mine down there."

I froze and gaped. The silver alien beneath me slid one eye open to gaze up at me, a hint of his signature mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Were you awake this entire time?" I blurted out.

"Since the news started up with the story of the building explosion, yes."

My jaw fell open. That meant he'd been awake before I'd awoken.

"Why didn't you tell me to get off?"

His eyes sparkled. "I like how your body feels against mine."

Yup. He was awake alright.

I heaved myself off him with no further qualms of gentleness lest he was sleeping. Unfortunately, I forgot how close my hands had been to his hips.

"Holy—" He gasped and jerked when my hand accidentally slid against the important thing he'd forewarned me about.

Fate just seemed intent on entangling myself with this guy in the most awkward ways possible didn't it?

I scrambled to my feet. Jimin sat up.

All things aside, he looked cute in the morning sunlight streaming in through the windows. His silver hair was mussed and tangled and his cheeks puffy from just waking up.

He looked like a fluffy chipmunk.

Unfortunately the two clenched fists pressed protectively against his crotch and dark glint in his eyes was anything but a fluffy chipmunk.

"I didn't mean to!" I protested under his predatory gaze.

Jimin's eyes slid past me and immediately turned grave at whatever was now on the TV screen. Partially relieved and partially befuddled by his quick attitude change I turned around back to the news.

"They're calling themselves the Pure Reformists," the news reporter on screen was saying. "A group of humans who are intent on separating and eliminating the Outworlders from the human populations in the name of the balance of nature."

I ground my teeth and quickly snatched the remote, which had fallen to the floor sometime overnight. I switched off the television. Things were just getting worse real quick and the news was giving me a headache.

"Interesting." Jimin mused, voice falsely mild as he leaned forward a little. "I wonder if it was the Pure Reformists that broke into our house last night."

It did make sense.

"How's your hand doing?" Jimin's gaze flicked up to me.

I held it up. The bandage had held through the night. "The pain's gone down."

"Good." The silver-haired alien finally stretched, arching his back with feline grace like he had on the counter when we first met. "Don't want you to lose that tight grip you have. Especially if you're so intent on groping me all the time."

"It was an accident!"

"Wouldn't you like me to believe that, hm?"

An idea popped into my head. I rolled my tongue against my cheek, debating. It was going to be risky. But if what Jimin had said was true last night, then a lot of his confident flirting was, for the most part, just acts. Things to get me riled up.

I took a deep breath. Let's see if he how confident and flirtatious he really was.

A sultry smile curled across my lips, my eyelids lowering to gaze at him from beneath my lashes.

The reaction was immediate. His amusement dried up into bewilderment. That bewilderment increased into borderline alarm as I slid back onto the couch, onto his lap, and pressed my thighs tightly against his hips, straddling him.

I swallowed down my nervous laughter. I wished I had my phone to take a photo of his expression.

"You're right," I purred silkily, running a finger down the side of his face. "It wasn't an accident. I want you Park Jimin."

His eyes were huge pools of utter disbelief. His very hands were uselessly limp at his sides. "What the..."

"Shh." I placed a finger on his lips and leaned forward until our noses brushed. The scent of jasmine and sharp spice entered my nostrils. He smelled good. "Too bad one of my hands is injured at the moment. It won't be as fun without both hands."

I began to stroke the side of his face where the single tendril of Marks crept up his neck and onto his cheek. For a moment I swore his very Marks' glow sputtered. The pink clouds across his cheeks were undeniable and I realized that I was beginning to enjoy myself immensely.

That is, until I felt him underneath me.

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