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low-key: Jimin?

Y/n still wasn't very comfortable with him but it was in the middle of another, much bigger storm.

Months after the first encounter, this was different. She had noticed the looks Jimin would shoot her in the hallways. She would notice how in classes he tried to sit closer to her. His friends might now have thought much of it but she did.

"Would you like to come in? I know it's raining bad out here." She offered, standing in her doorway. Jimin had his hand on the doorframe, looking down at her small figure as he breathed heavily. His shirt was soaked and his hair was dripping. He looked so fucking good, it had y/n internally panicking as she looked him up and down unknowingly.

"Will your people be okay with that? I don't wanna intrude." He said slowly.

Y/n nodded, stepping to the side to allow him in. "They had to take off this weekend for a business trip so it's just me. Feel free to make yourself comfortable." She said, closing the door behind him after he walked in.

Jimin looked around the home. It was nice and spacious. "nice place." He mumbled.

Y/n shrugged. "Thank you." She replied, going over to the thermostat to turn the heater up.

She watched as Jimin stood awkwardly in the center of the living room. She figured that it was because his clothes were literally soaked.

"How about I get you some warm clothes? I know you're probably uncomfortable in those." She said shyly, already beginning to walk towards her father's room to grab some clothes for Jimin. They were about the same size, her father was maybe a tad bit bigger.

She grabbed a fresh shirt and a pair of sweatpants before walking out of the room. She seen Jimin sitting on the floor in front of the couch, legs spread out wide as he took his shirt off of his body followed by his boots. Her breath catches in her throat as she takes in the honey toned skin and the big "NEVERMIND" tattoo that was inked on his ribs.

His hair was pushed back, exposing his forehead and eyes as he bit at his bottom lip. Fuck, why did this man have to be so goddamn fine?

"H-here." She said, quickly sitting the clothes on the couch and turning around so that she wouldn't see him change. Jimin chuckled.

"What you turning around for?" He laughed.

"You're about to c-change. I'm not going to watch you." She mumbled shyly.

Jimin stood up from his spot on the floor, grabbing the clean shirt before placing it over his body. He then took of his pants slowly, staring at her back as she stood feet away from him.

He had to admit, she was adorable. The way she easily got shy was the cutest shit ever. But while he thought of her as adorable, he had to admit that he was attracted to her in ways that were far from cute...

Just like how now, with her back turned and he could get a clear view of her ass. She wore tight jeans exposing the shape of her pretty legs and thick thighs. The hoodie she wore did little to shape her curves but he knew she had them.

His legs moved on there own slowly as he started to walk towards her. Taking slow, cautious steps until he was right behind her - his front pressing into her back.

"J-Jimin? You done?" She asked shakily. His hand came up to wrap around her waist, pushing her back against him so that he could feel her against his chest. He took in the smell of her curly hair, the smell of her perfume. His eyes closed as in inhaled the sweet scents.