“What’s your name?” Ahra slurred.

Jimin was a little flustered. “M-me? I’m Park Jimin.”

“Jimin? So, Jimin. Have you ever followed a stranger home?”

“Pardon?”

Ahra grabbed the collar of his jacket and pulled him towards her. She crushed her lips into his and forced him to step backwards until his back hit the wall. Jimin had never experienced that; being kissed by a girl so fiercely. She was demanding, controlling, and perhaps a little desperate. When their lips parted, she stared at him with her half lidded eyes.

His eyes widened, his lips trembled. “O-Oh my god…”

She kissed him again and this time, her hands roamed all over his body.

She was too good to resist.