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"What's going on in-- Y/N, what the hell happened?!"

You can't take your eyes off Hoseok as Jimin runs to your side, hands grabbing your wounded one while Taehyung rushes to Hoseok who's laying on the tile floor like one of those crime scene body outlines.

"Is he okay?!" Your heart is beating a million miles a minute as Tae manages to pull Hoseok to his feet, wrapping his arm around his shoulder as he holds all of his weight up.

"Hobi hyung doesn't handle blood very well," Taehyung grunts as he hoists Hoseok up once more. "I'll take him to his room and call Jin, he'll know what to do," he pants out, hauling him hastily out of the kitchen.

"Y/N," Jimin pulls you against his chest to prevent you from chasing after his roommates, gripping your wrist to keep your injured hand from moving around too much. "Hyung will be fine, this isn't the first time this has happened. One time Yoongi hyung got into a fight at a club, blood everywhere, and every time Hobi hyung would wake up he'd see the blood and pass out again. He had the bouncers haul him out of the club to his car," his story seems to distract you a bit, but your eyes remain wide, stunned in place.

Jimin's smile vanishes as quickly as it appears as he inspects your index finger. "You're bleeding pretty bad, are you okay?"

Your eyes flit across Jimin's face, settling on his wide orbs boring intensely into your own. You were so worried about Hoseok it didn't even cross your mind how bad the wound might be, until you finally glance down to see a few streams of blood run down your hand towards your elbow.

Thankfully, unlike Hoseok you don't suffer from hemophobia.

"I'm fine, i-it was my fault," you mumble, cheeks still managing to heat up at the closeness, the way his body towers protectively over your own, his free hand securely placed on your lower back.

"Do you want to go to the hospital?" Jimin asks softly, examining the way your face morphs into fear. "I guess not," he answers his own question and proceeds to think for a moment.

"Here," Jimin is quick to guide you to the sink and turn on the faucet, pulling your finger underneath the cold water. You hiss, teeth grinding together as the sting sinks deep into the wound.

"Keep your hand there," he orders softly before bending down to open the cabinets under the sink to retrieve a first aid kit.

You rinse from your hand to elbow while watching the way he chews his lip in concentration as he calmly sorts through the plastic container, smiling cutely with a quiet "aha" as he finds what he's looking for. Eyes dance down his figure, slim but strong. Jimin's not as big as Jungkook but it's very clear he takes care of his body. You gawk at how great he looks as he bends over to pick up some gauze that dropped.

How do pants that tight not rip? Those thighs, that booty!

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?" The question slips and you silently curse yourself as his movements pause for a brief moment.

He smirks, continuing to pull out rubbing alcohol, ointment, and a bandaid. "What's that supposed to mean?"

You rock back on your heels uncomfortably, blush deepening to a darker shade of red. "I mean... you're sweet, and smart... and attractive," Jimin's smirk widens and you roll your eyes. "I'm just surprised is all, there has to be a reason why no one has stolen you yet."

"Stolen? Are you trying to tell me you're afraid someone is going to steal me away?"

Jimin pats your hand dry and turns off the water, the delicate touch of his warm fingers against your cold skin brings an electric shock up your spine and you fight the impulsive shiver it creates, trying your best to focus on the way he treats your finger as gently as he can.

"This is going to hurt a little bit," he warns, frowning slightly as he pops open the alcohol cap.

You hiss again as the alcohol runs over your wounded finger, eyes squeezing shut to fight the stinging pain and quickly decide to press further as a distraction.

"So spill, Mr. Perfect, why are you single?"

His lips curve up as you finally meet his eyes. "I was just waiting for the right person to catch my eye."

Your brows pull down as he applies the ointment to your wound. "Was?"

Jimin nods, glancing around nervously before opening the bandaid wrapper. "Mhm, it seems like I got really lucky and found her faster than I thought I would," he winks, head dipping closer to your finger for better accuracy.

You bite your lip to prevent the giddy smile from spreading wider. "She seems like the lucky one," you say barely above a whisper as Jimin smooths the bandaid around your injury, his mission to save your finger finally complete and as you're no longer in pain you begin to relax.

"She'd be even luckier if she let herself be mine," his tone is teasing but there's a hint of seriousness in the words. "Actually," slowly, he leans down, planting a light kiss on your injured finger. "I think I've made it pretty clear what I want," his lips continue their journey up your arm and your breath catches in your throat.

Like magnets your bodies pull together the higher his lips travel, brushing your collar bone, along the side of your neck, it burns in the best way possible.

Jimin's breath fans your neck as he speaks in between kisses. "Do you know how much I want you, Y/N?"

With your voice caught in your throat you can only nod an answer. In the next moment his arms are around your hips, hoisting you up onto the cool surface of the countertop, shorts riding up but you're far too entranced to care.

Fingers ghost up your arm until his hands cup your face tightly, pulling back slightly to stare into your eyes. Jimin's smile is gentle, a complete contrast to the way his wild eyes devour yours. "Use your words, sweetheart."

There it is again; the electric shock that shoots down to your core. "Y-yes, I know," you can barely make the words out but Jimin still smiles in satisfaction, nodding slowly as his free hand rests on your hip, squeezing the flesh as he pulls you closer to the edge of the counter, making sure to wrap your legs around his waist for support.

"Have you thought about my offer?" Jimin reaches up, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and you gulp.

"I--I need more time."

Jimin sighs through his nose, the fire in his eyes extinguishing as his hand drops from your face to run through his hair. "What does he have that I don't, huh?"

You look down to hide the guilt clouding your eyes.

Jungkook's hurting me, and I'm hurting Jimin. What a hypocrite.

"Is it because he's taller than me?"

"No."

"Because you think he's better looking than me?"

You sigh. "You're both equally good looking. But it's not even about looks."

His mouth opens, then closes hesitantly for a few moments as he goes over his next words. "Did he take your virginity?" he whispers as if you're in a crowded room.

Your eyes snap wide. "What? No! I thought I made it clear before that I haven't had sex with anyone!"

"Well I wouldn't put it past him to try and get into your pants!" Jimin hands ball into fists at your sides and you roll your eyes to the ceiling. "Then what is it?" he presses, eyes gradually shifting, blazing once again but with a different emotion this time; jealousy.

"It's just-- argh! I wouldn't have even realized I liked him if it wasn't for you and that stupid bet! We would have probably been together already!" You don't care at the moment that you just admitted, in the weirdest way possible, that you like Jimin, that in any other circumstance you'd be more than willing to be his.

Jimin is quiet for several minutes, eyes shifting around the room as he has a silent argument with himself in his head. You can't help but to watch how his jaw flexes, the way he brushes his dark bangs out of his face every so often; he looks sexy when he's angry.

It unleashes a deep want, the yearn to touch him, to feel what it's like to completely let go without a care in the world if it means you're going to feel a high you've never reached before, just as Jungkook has for years.

You want Jimin in this moment, just as much as he wants you.

Tonight Jungkook made it clear doesn't want to be more than friends, maybe it's time to finally let go, maybe it will be a taste of his own medicine.

Your mind falls blank, letting your body take over to do what it wants as your lips crash against Jimin's. You don't wait for him to react, forcing your tongue into his mouth as a breathy moan leaves your lips.

He doesn't falter for long, hands tangling into your hair to pull you deeper into the passionate kiss. Your body is on fire, insides vibrating as a deep growl of sexual frustration rumbles in his throat.

You only part for a moment, giving enough time to swiftly discard your shirt from your body, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

"Y/N... " Jimin's warning is weak, voice dripping in want as his eyes briefly scan your exposed chest, lingering over the outline of your lace bra against cleavage. "I don't think you really want to do this."

"I do."

You do want him, but are you ready?

You're angry at Jungkook and curious to explore what he's been so set on rejecting you for.

Without another word your lips connect again, more sloppy this time until Jimin travels down your jaw to your neck to let you breathe, leaving open mouthed kisses on the way, hands kneading, exploring the bare skin of your body with skillful hands.

It never crossed your mind if Jimin has done this before or how many times, but why should you care? You're in love with a man whose had more partners than he can count on his hands twice.

"Jimin," you moan out shyly, face beet red and he chuckles tenderly into your soft skin.

"I want to so bad. You have no idea what I'm willing to do to have you," he murmurs, almost groans in frustration, inspecting your pink cheeks as his eyes, to your demise, begin to dim again. "But not until you're really ready, and not until you're mine."

Those words should have eased your mind, but instead you find yourself drowning in anguish.

Jungkook wouldn't have thought twice, he would have taken me as soon as I gave him the OK. Why can't I get over him and move on? Why can't it be like before? Maybe if I'm with Jimin, I can force Jungkook out of my heart once and for all.

You take a deep breath, holding his hand to give a squeeze for good measure. "Jimin, I-- "

You're cut off by a deep set voice. "Jimin, Hyung is-- OH MY GOD MY PRECIOUS EYES!" Taehyung drops to his knees as if he was just shot.

You're beginning to believe you truly are a bad omen.

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