Beneath the surface [BTS JIMIN FF]

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'Off.'  He suddenly tugged on my shirt, asking me to take it off, giving me yet another heart attack, along with the look that I can only describe as siren eyes. It seemed like that drunk Jimin disappeared within a second and got replaced with this, new, bossy one.

'What???'

He stepped right into my space, his legs brushing against mine with the closeness, and before I got to blink, his fingers got tangled in my wet hair, and he pulled my head back to look down at me.

'I said off.' His tone is the same one he used once before. The seductive one.

'You need to sleep, Jimin.' I muttered in surprise, pushing him just lightly. I won't let him make such a drunken mistake. He would hate himself. And he would kill me for going along.

'Don't tell me what I need.' He growled at me, pulling his hand out of my hair to grab my throat firmly, pulling me so close that his lips were almost brushing against mine.

'Mine.' He whispered, and those lips of his fell over mine, moving against then roughly, sucking on my bottom lip before moving away for a moment.

I can taste the traces of liquor on my lips that his lips left. I lighlty licked my bottom lip that he sucked on, feeling my heart about to jump out, just holding on to the last of my breath that he took away.