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About an hour after Suho's interruption, Jimin had to go back home. The boys wanted to have a game night or something. Suho left right after him.

Soon enough, you were alone in your thoughts. What had just happened? You touch your lips and smile. You had just made out with Park Jimin!

You jump off the couch and skip happily to your bathroom to prepare for bed. You turn the water on for a shower and start taking your clothes off when your hand brushes your neck.

"Ouch!" you yowl. "What the . . ." You turn towards the mirror and gasp. All on your neck are red, purple, and blue marks.

Hickeys.

You were so relaxed that you didn't even realize what Jimin was doing!

Right above your collarbone, there was a spot that was a lot rawer than the other spot.

Your mark spot.

Jimin was going to claim you!

Your heart starts beating rapidly. Being marked was a big deal. If Jimin would have marked you, then you both wouldn't have been able to stay from each other for long. It'd physically hurt if you're away from each other for as little as two days!

You sigh and get into the shower.

It wouldn't have been a bad thing, you thought. You really did like Jimin. You could live with sticking to his side forever. However, when Jimin went out of town, there might be times where you wouldn't be able to go. Jimin shouldn't have that extra stress on himself while touring.

You finish your shower and the rest of your bathroom routine and climb into bed. While cuddling your Mang and Chimmy plushies, you send a quick goodnight message to Jimin and Suho before you fall into slumber.

***

The next morning, you awake to the sound of someone knocking on your door. You force yourself out of bed and trudge to the front doorway. Quickly putting away your ears and tail, you pull open your front door.

"Jimin?"

"Hey baby."

Jimin stands right outside your door, wearing a black leather jacket over a Louis Vuitton white shirt. Faded black ripped jeans cover his legs and a pair of Timberlands are on his feet. He's got on stylish expensive black tinted sunglasses and a black beanie over his head. A mask covered his mouth and nose.

He looks hot.

Jimin smirks and closes your gaped mouth, which you didn't even know was open.

"What are you. . ."

"We're going out today."

Jimin grabs your hand and walks inside your apartment, dragging you with him. He goes straight to the bathroom inside your room and pushes you into a chair in front of your vanity.

Re-releasing your ears and tail, you take a glimpse at yourself in the mirror and immediately cringe backwards.

You looked like you just died and crawled out of Hell.

Multiple times.

Jimin laughs and leans down to kiss your cheek. "You look beautiful even when you first wake up." You stare at him in the mirror with a disgusted look on your face. He laughs again.

"You should've become a poet instead of an idol."

"I can use my beautiful poetry when I write songs." You roll your eyes and grab your brush to brush your hair. Jimin grabs the brush out of your hand and continues the movement. His hand accidentally brushes against one of your hickeys and you wince. He notices and moves your hair away from your neck. Jimin's eyes widen, but he quickly recovers and smirks.

"Why'd you make so many? And why so dark? It'll be hard to cover up," you whine.

"Cover them up? Then how would people know that you're mine?" Jimin asks in mock offense. You slap his chest and turn back around to pout.

"I can't go out with these, Jimin. I'll get judged, and I don't like a lot of attention on myself."

Jimin sighs and places the brush down. He turns you around to face him.

"If people say something to you, they'll have to deal with me! Okay?" Jimin narrows his eyes and you laugh.

"It wouldn't work. If people find out we're soulmates, that'd be bad for the both of us." You look down and lean your head against Jimin's standing figure. Your ears fall flat.

Jimin crouches down and lifts your chin so that you're looking him directly in the eyes. He leans forward and gives you a short, sweet kiss before pulling back.

"It's okay, baby. You can cover the hickeys, I was just joshing with you." You nod and give him a small smile.

"But," You groan and he smiles. "once I properly mark you, like I was going to do before that panda interrupted, you're going to show the entire world that you along to Park Jimin." You giggle and nod your head once more.

"Good!"

"Yeah, whatever. Now, get out! I still gotta brush my teeth and cover these hickeys. Oh, and change."

Jimin pouts and crosses his arms. "Why can't I stay and watch? It's not like I'm not going to end up seeing everything at some point later." Your face flares up red.

How dare he?!

You reach behind Jimin and grab your face towel. With the towel in tow, you march over to the sink and wet it. Once it's completely drenched and dripping, you turn back around and face a confused Jimin.

"I'll give you five seconds to leave this bathroom before I start swinging. One."

Jimin's eyes widen and he quickly scrambles out of the bathroom; his tail tucked between his legs. You let out an evil chuckle.

After brushing your teeth and covering your hickeys, you make your way out of the bathroom. Jimin was laying face down on your bed, cuddling your mini-me plushy and mindlessly chunking all of your other plushies off the side of your bed. Well, all except his Chimmy one, of course. He lifts his head after hearing you reenter the room. His tail automatically started wagging in bliss. You take one look at the mess that Jimin had made around your room and glare at him. Jimin smiles innocently at you.

It was all a ruse.

"Y/N! Match clothes with me!" Jimin called.

Too lazy to argue, you nod your head and make your way to the closet and quickly change into your clothes; a black leather jacket your ex-best friend had gifted you, black jeans that you had accidentally ripped one time when you had fallen, and a pair of light brown healed boots. You didn't own Timberlands.

You walk back out of the closet, eyeing Jimin cautiously. His jaw dropped to the floor. You smirk in contentment and cat-walk over to him. Jimin immediately pulls you into his lap and buries his face into your neck. He starts trailing small kisses up and down our neck and you purr quietly.

"You look hot," Jimin growls. His tail wraps around you to keep you in place.

"Yeah, okay," you chuckle. You stand up from his lap much to his dismay and swat his tail away.

"Aren't we going somewhere? Well, let's go!"

Jimin rolls his eyes and follows you back to the living room. While you grab your purse, he pulls his mask back on. You both then walk to the door and hide your ears and tail. You grab your keys and you're off.

Once you're out of the complex, Jimin grabs your hand and drags you to his car. He opens the door for you like a gentleman and gives you a warm smile.

"After you, my princess." You roll your eyes at his cheesiness and climb into the car. He shuts the door after you and runs over to his side. Once you're both in and with your seat belts on, you're off.

Two minutes into the drive and you're already bored. You reach over to turn the radio on and BTS's newest album starts blaring through the car. Jimin groans in annoyance while you cheer. You sing along with all the songs while Jimin watches you secretly and fondly.

He's already completely whipped.

Soon, you're pulling into a parking lot. You glance up at the store and immediately squeal.

"ICE CREAM!"

You fumble with your seat belt. It wouldn't click! Jimin giggles and unbuckles your seat belt first try. You open the door and fly straight to the ice cream parlor, Jimin following close by.

"Hello, and welcome. What can I get you," the worker asks boredly. However, the moment he lays eyes on you, he promptly straightens up and pulls out his best smile. Jimin notices and growls to himself.

You skip over to the ice cream display and take your time inspecting each flavor. The worker stares at you the entire time and watches your every move.

Anger flares up inside of Jimin. How could this worker shamelessly goggle over his girl while he was standing right there? Jimin stomps behind you and puts his arms around your middle, pulling you into a tight back hug. He then buries his face into your neck. Jimin looks up at the worker and sees his glaring daggers at him. Jimin's eyes flash light brown.

"Mine," he growls. You were still caught up in choosing your ice cream so you didn't hear him, but the worker definitely did. Even though his face can't be seen, Jimin smirks at the frightened and confused worker.

Finally, you pick a flavor. You turn back around to face Jimin and catch him glaring at the worker.

"Chim?"

He turns to face you.

"Yes?"

"What are you looking at?"

"The worker."

"Why?" you ask.

"Which flavor do you want?"

"Cotton Candy, but why were you glaring at him like that?"

"Give me a Cotton Candy and a Cookies N Cream, please." You don't catch the employee rolling his eyes and mocking Jimin behind your back.

You stare at Jimin in confusion. Why was he avoiding your question?

Jimin and you both receive your ice creams and you go up to the counter to pay.

"Jimin, answer the got damn question."

"He was staring at your chest," Jimin sang. Both yours and the workers eyes widen. You turn around to face the worker, who avoids your gaze. You feel your inner bitch resurface; she was ready to play.

"Don't you know how fucking rude that is? I'm a customer; treat me with respect. And how are you going to shamelessly stare at me like that right in front of my soulmate? Did yours die or some shit? Because I'm almost positive that she would not appreciate you staring at another girls breasts. Or maybe she left your pathetic ass because you run this Podunk, run down ice cream store!" you snap. Jimin laughs heartily and puts his hand over his already masked mouth. The worker looks down in embarrassment.

"If you think we're paying for this ice cream, then you've got a fucking mental problem. Good bye." You take one lick from your ice cream and strut to the door.

Jimin takes a big step forward. "My turn," he snarls. His eyes visibly darken and the air becomes noticeably chillier.

"If I ever catch you looking at my mate anywhere else besides respectfully in her eyes, I won't hesitate to snap your neck. Do you hear me?" The worker nods fearfully and takes multiple steps back. Jimin gives him a false eye smile and stalks over to you, grabs your hand, and walks out the building.

"Wow, who knew you could be so possessive?" you purr.

"Only over what's mine."

A chill runs down your spine.

The two of you continue walking until you hit a picnic table in the middle of a park. You stop and sit on a bench and continue eating your ice cream. There's a comfortable silence in the air, the only sounds from yourself and Jimin licking your dessert and the nature outside.

"Listen, Y/N . . ." you look up at Jimin.

"I know we've only known each other for about a month, but I've already fallen for you." Your eyes widen.

"And I know that this isn't the most . . . romantic place to propose this offer, but Y/N, will you please be my girlfriend?"

You squeal and run around the picnic table to Jimin and plop yourself down on his lap. You immediately snuggle up into his chest and he wraps his arms around you. Purring, you answer the simple question with a simple answer:

"Yes!"

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