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Stay by Blackpink began playing and Jimin watched him from across the semi crowded room. His head thrown back against the couch, laughing helplessly at another one of Jin's dad jokes, by the looks of it.
She walked to him, sprawling on the couch with his legs wide apart, right hand resting his almost empty glass of scotch on the couch, and straddled his lap. One hand balancing the long stemmed glass of juice in her own hand, the other fisted in his hair and yanking it back.
One second of eye contact, and then a hard, bruising kiss. His left hand not knowing where to place itself. On her thigh? Her waist? Where?
Before he could decide, she gave a last vicious bite to his bottom lip, and slid of his lap. He moaned helplessly as he stared at her retreating back. Lips throbbing painfully. She moved like air. One moment there and the next, gone. Her butt looked absolutely perfect in those skinny black jeans, he thought lasciviously. Thick, and deliciously round.
No one seemed to have noticed her coming and going. But she had always been that way. Doing things unnoticed, fast and slow, and not giving a fuck about anyone else.
He was the self conscious one. Even now, sitting up straighter and looking around descreetly, to see if anyone had noticed the singeing kiss he had just recieved. No one seemed to have.
Hoseok slid under the sheets and moved towards the centre of the bed to wrap his arm around her waist, and rest it gently on her lower belly. Slipping his fingers under her loose cotton t-shirt, like he did, and trailling the soft skin, making it tingle.
After a few seconds she squirmed, and then slapped his hand down flat on her belly, while giggling sleepily.
He smiled against the back of her neck, before turning her body half towards him and sliding down slightly.
He lifted the t-shirt a few inches and whispered against her skin with a wicked grin, "Aww, Mommy hit you? Don't worry, baby, Daddy will protect you."
It earned him a wack on the head, but he got even by blowing a raspberry into her tummy and making her giggle harder, while struggling to push his head away.
"Mommy and baby are sleepy, so if Daddy could stop tickling us and talking to us, that would be great."
He smiled softly and moved back up again, pulling her around completely to face him. He draped one leg over both of hers, and pressed a kiss into the side of her nose before settling into sleep.