Jimin 🚩

Jimin sat on the couch, pulling her close so that he could feel her breath on his neck. A movie was playing quietly on the screen, which he wasn't even listening to—all his attention was focused on her. His hand lazily trailed along her waist when suddenly the silence was broken by a series of loud notifications from her phone.

Her fingers reached for the device, but Jimin quickly caught her wrist. His smile remained soft, but something instantly darkened in his eyes.

Who is writing to you? he asked quietly, but there was something menacing about that calmness.

Am I not enough for you? He didn't give her a chance to answer, snatching the phone from her hands with such ease, as if it were his own property.