2 Chapter Two

Those three days ended up passing much faster than you had expected and you found yourself waking earlier than your alarm the day of.

Blinking blearily at your phone screen the time screams at you, "2 am!? Gah, why can't I sleep normally ever?"

You drag yourself out of bed and get ready to go. After you've eaten you check your clock again, only an hour left to kill. Smiling you skip out your door while hitting play on your playlist, earbuds firmly in your ears. After slipping your phone in the pocket of your oversized hoodie you begin to dance down the street to the music blaring in your ears. Once on the subway, you begin to sway in once place, closing your eyes in order to better appreciate the music, passing the hour in blissful beats and happy dance moves. It thrums through your body as you walk up to the studio building.

A soft touch to your shoulder has you screaming shrilly as you turn to face the owner of the hand, "What?" You just about shout as you rip an earbud out.

The man standing before you holds his hands out in front of him in a calming manner, "I'm sorry. Didn't mean to startle you."

As he speaks you look closer at his features, the warmth of his eyes and plush lips looking familiar and it slowly dawns on you as to who you just yelled at. "Oh my god!" you begin to duck your head, putting your hands together in a sign of sorriness. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"It's all good." He tucks a finger under your chin, lifting your eyes back to his own. "Are you here for the dance rehearsal?"

Quickly you take a step back disconnecting yourself, in order to breath better, "Yeah. Are you here for that too?" you shake your head, "No you probably aren't. Sorry, it's none of my business."

He shrugs, "I'm just here for support." gesturing towards the doors he adds, "Care to walk in with me?"

Looking around you nod your head, "Sure."

After passing through the doors he pipes up, "Want to hear a joke?"

"Aren't you famous for them?" You smirk at him.

He smiles his bright smile at you, "I'll take that as a yes."

Laughing you start up the stairs toward the floor with the dance studio, "Sure."

"What do you call an alligator in a vest?" He looks at you like he's on the verge of bursting. You lift an eyebrow in question. "An investigator." With the last sound, he begins to laugh loudly. The sound echoing in the cavernous stairwell, making you laugh just as loudly.

"Hyung?" You hear a voice call from a few floors up.

"Jimin-ssi!" The man beside you calls back. "How did you know it was me?"

Jimin leans over the railing looking down at you both, "Your laugh is unmistakable, Jin-hyung."

Jin smiles widely as he and you finish climbing the stairs.

As you make it to the hallway outside the dance room when you hear the loudest, shrillest shriek possible and then feet quickly running toward you. Looking up, you brace yourself.

"Y/N!" ShiMin just about tackles you in a huge hug. "You're in too!?" She breathlessly begins to squeal and jump up and down with you.

Giggling at how adorable she's being you reply, "I did. And you did! Yay!!"

Once she lets go of you, you look around and notice that Jimin and Jin have already gone into the room, "We'd better hurry." The two of you dash in and find places in the back of the room to sit, as the choreographer, at the front of the room, begins to speak.

"Gah! I'm so sore!" ShiMin groans beside you as you both pack up your stuff.

You crack a smile, "But it still feels nice to have danced."

She turns and glares at you, "How can you not be exhausted?! We danced for almost eight hours!"

"Eh." You wave it off, "This is nothing really."

ShiMin opens her mouth to retort but gets cut off by a soft voice just behind the both of you.

"Hey, we're all heading out to get some Kimchi and maybe Karaoke. Do you want to join?"

You turn to see Jimin standing behind you, Jin just behind him. ShiMin smiles widely and answers for you, "Of course! Where at? We'll meet you there."

After getting the name of the place and trading numbers with Jimin, you grab a taxi with ShiMin, the two of you flopping into the back seat. 

"Have you had kimchi before?" Jin asks as he pulls out a chair for you.

You bob your head in thanks before taking the chair offered, "Not real kimchi."

He smiles at you as he takes the seat next to you, "Do you mind if I order for you then?"

Shaking your head your return his smile. Laughter breaks out down the table a short way and you turn your head to watch the antics of the other dancers.

Orders are placed as Hobi and Jungkook join the group. Plenty of jokes get thrown around the table, laughter following and then the food arrives. The aroma from your dish has you salivating as it's placed before you. Taking a bite you can't help the small moan of satisfaction that passes your lips.

"That good?" Jin asks, under his breath from beside you.

Heat feels as you look up at him, realizing that you had actually moaned, and you catch a glint in his eyes that you can't quite read.

"Instead of Karaoke, we're going to the club!" Hobi shouts from the other end suddenly, causing you to jump and the electricity to break from between Jin and you.

"Yes!" Jimin jumps up with him and everyone begins to nod along with them.

ShiMin drags you to her apartment to get dressed in club gear.

"You HAVE to wear that!" She argues with you as you stare at yourself in the full-length mirror over her closet door.

It's a bright pink mini skirt and a white crop top. All of it hugs your body, making you slightly uncomfortable. "I can't wear this!" You practically sod, "I look ridiculous."

"Jimin doesn't think so." A coy smile spreads across her lips as she waves her phone at you.

"WHAT!?" You spin towards her, "What did you do?!"

She laughs, "I may or may not have sent him a pic, cause you've been complaining about every outfit I put you in. This one is the best!" bringing up the messages she shows you, "And he agrees."

"Fine. I guess I'm outvoted on this one." You huff as you sit on the edge of her bed. "You done too?"

ShiMin looks you over, and does a final check in her mirror, "Yep, we're good to go."

As you walk out the door you look over to see her furiously texting on her phone.

You're walk to the club isn't nearly as long as you expected, but you still can't help but feel all the eyes on you as you pass. Once through the doors, though you realize you're actually more clothed than most of the girls on the dance floor, you cringe as you see one girl try to twerk and fail to flop onto the floor.

"I'm gonna need a drink before I can get out there." You shout in ShiMin's ear as you start toward the bar.

"Hey," She grabs your arm, "The boys already grabbed some drinks." She steers you toward some tables not far from the dance floor.

As you near them you see the boys gathered around a table, the rest of the female backup dancers must have bailed. Glancing at the tabletop you see a plethora of bright drinks. "Do they think we're going to drink all of those?" You ask, cupping your mouth to ShiMin's ear.

She just shrugs at you and then bounces her way to the table. Joining her you make it just in time to hear her ask about the drinks.

"What do you like?" Jimin shouts at the two of you as you take a seat on the bar height stools.

"Sweet." You reply just as loudly.

After downing two drinks ShiMin pulls you to the floor, "Come on! We have to dance!"

Laughing you let her pull you into a seductive dance on the floor, moving to the pounding beat, brushing up against each other, and biting your lip. That's when you feel eyes burning into you. Leaving fiery trails along your skin. Looking up you try to find the set of eyes in the darkness around the floor. Your eyes meet Jin's just as he licks his lips, standing he walks straight to you. His hand wraps around one of your hips turning you and then pulling you back against his hips to grind against you with the beat of the bass pounding through the room, a moan slips between your lips as your head leans back against his chest. You dance together like this, feeling him growing as you rub yourself against him harder. Soon both of you are panting, fighting for breath when he whispers against your ear, "My place or yours?" His hand glides up your side before slipping around your middle just below your bust.

Threading a hand up against him you pull his head down, "How close is yours?" You practically moan against his ear.

"Come on." He pulls away from you just enough to grab your wrist and lead you out of the club. As you hit the cold night air you shiver. Looking back at you as he hails a cab he notices your shivering and pulls you up along his side, lending you his warmth, just as a cab pulls to the curb. After giving your address you spend the short ride with him barely looking at you, but his hand never leaves your thigh.

Somehow you get up the stairs and in the door to your place. Once over the threshold, his hands pull you up against him again and his mouth crashes down on you. His hands grip tightly to your hips sending waves of heat over your body. "Where's your room?" He whispers against your lips as he fingers the hem of the crop top.

Pointing over your shoulder you reply, "Door at the end of the hall."

He bends slightly, taking your thighs just above your knees into his hands and lifts you until your legs are wrapped around his waist and your arms wrap around his neck. With one hand on your ass and the other under one thigh he quickly walks you down the hall, his lips still firmly attached to yours. You'd left your door open when you left this morning so he just kicks it closed with his heel before he tosses you onto your mattress.

Sitting up on your knees you cross your arms and strip the crop top off while you watch him expose his chest and abs. He quickly disposes of his jeans and boxers, his thick girth springing up to stand at attention. Laying back you slowly shimmy off your tight skirt, watching as lust pools further in his eyes and a gleam of precum glints at the tip of his penis. A low groan sounds from deep in his chest as you bare yourself to him on top of your sheets. 

"You're gorgeous." He whispers into the silence.

Flushing you wiggle, "Just get over here and fuck me already."

"With pleasure." He grins as he dives onto the bed. His lips attaching themselves to yours. He slides one hand through your hair as the other leaves feathery touches down your side. His fingers meet your mound and slip through your folds feeling how soaked with arousal you are making his breath stutter against you. Leaving your lips he nips along your jaw until he reaches the junction of your neck and your jaw and there he latches on just as one slender finger pushes into you and then a second joins. 

Your walls squeeze onto him, hips rocking until he's rubbing against the perfect spot causing you to gasp, "God! There-"

"Here?" He asks, looking into your eyes, his eyes never leaving yours as you writhe below him.

"Yes!" You whimper, eyes squeezing shut.

He fucks into that spot, curling his fingers like he trying to set hooks into you. Digging at you as you rock into his hand. All you can think about is the pressure between your legs as the coiling pleasure in your core tightens, how good that neglected part of you screams for release. His thumb begins to rub against your clit as he adds a third finger, and stars glaze over your vision, building you closer and closer to your orgasm. Pushing you closer and closer to that edge. He leans into you again using his own hips to put more pressure on your groin, causing those long fingers of his to reach deeper into you, "Cum for me baby." He whispers against your ear. "Come on, let go." 

Your nails dig into his back as you let out a long held in moan, and you plummet over the edge. "Fucking hell. Jin that was amazing." You groan out as you come back down.

His fingers slip from inside you, "Oh, just wait. It gets better." With that, he aligns the tip of his cock with your entrance thrusting deep into you. Without pausing he starts an unforgiving pace, pushing you into the mattress with each thrust. As his hips begin to falter he plants his lips on your again, swallowing every moan you give and the scream that escapes you as you feel him release inside you, coating your walls with his hot spunk and causing you to slip over the edge of oblivion again. As your both coming back down he rolls to your side, both your chests covered in sweat and heaving to catch your breaths.

Slowly, you sit up and slide off the bed searching for your clothes. As you slip on your crop top on you hear him softly whisper from behind you, "So what is this going to be?"

    "What do you mean?" You ask, turning to look for your skirt.

    You hear him take a breath, "Like are we dating now?"

    Slowly you turn to look at him, your pink skirt dangling in your hands, "Um," You pause taking a breath, "I can't do a relationship right now." You see a smile spread across his features, "I mean, I'm just starting to dance professionally, and you're an idol so it really wouldn't work out. You know?" You look down away from him as you struggle to get your skirt back on.

    "Makes sense." He takes another breath, shifting under your bed sheets, "So, friends with benefits?"

    You head bolts up, and your eyes go wide, "You want to do this again?"

    His smile grows wider, "Oh yeah." He chuckles, raking a hand through his hair. "Lets off the stress. You know?" He looks back at you as you nod in understanding. "So agreed?"

    "Yeah, sure." You slip on some flats before you look around the room stopping as you realize you're in your own room. Laughing you look back at him, "Hey so I'll see you tomorrow, maybe?" You pointedly look between him and your bed.

    He looks down at his lap and then around the room, between laughs he replies, "Yeah probably." As he climbs out of your bed and begins to dress. "Put your number in my phone." He says just before tossing it your way.

    Catching it you type in your name and number while he finishes sliding his pants back on. "Done. Just send me a text later and I'll save your number then." You toss his phone back at him.

    "Got it." He smiles at you again, "You probably want to sleep, I'll get out of your hair now." With a salute, he leaves and you follow him to your front door. "See you tomorrow." He winks and slips out the front door.

    Carefully you lock the door behind him and then lean your head against it. What did I get myself into? You sigh pushing away and heading to the shower.