Jin was busy frying some meat. Jimin looked over and s his hands around jin's  slender waist.

JIMINS P.O.V

"Jin.. I'm hungry" 

He turned around, giving me his signature smile. 

" Here, help me cook some meat." 

"What kind of... meat?" I asked innocently.

"Never mind, I'm done." He said. My shoulders sagged.

" Jimin.." he said. Slowly coming over to where I sat, which was on the floor, 

He pulled me so I was sitting on his lap.

He ran his fingers though my hair and my

Face. 

" Jimin, you have such beauty skin. How do you do it?" 

"Well, Jin,its simple, I just bs the in milk every once in a while during the time that Taehyung watches t.v. Then, I-" I begN. A pair of hands grabbed my face.

"-Shut up Jimin, you belong to ME." 

"Jin, you're my caregiver, i -"

"I don't like you." 

What , Jin doesn't like me?

Oh no de did NOT. We got into a tiff tiff as he began punching my shoulder. 

I slapped his face, causing him to moan loudly and sensually.

I kicked his shin and his eyes looked at me with pure longing. He moved closer, knocking over the bowl of meat on the floor. I threw some lumps of rice on his cheekbones.

Jin kissed my 

Eyebrow. And then he started to grab fistfuls of my hair and ran his hands over my flesh.

I punched him, and left him crying on the floor yet môaning at the same time.

I denied him of his kissing needs and left. 

He sat there for 10 mins and went back to cookinglike nothing happened. 

Jimin went to take a shower. Again.