Chapter 27 - (2.1K Words)

You carefully swept the glass from the carpet into the tiny dustpan. You made sure to get as many pieces of the pieces inside the pan as you could. Once the pan was filled, you lifted it up off of the floor and dumped it into the open trash bag that was sitting next to you. You gazed at the glass pieces as they fell into the trash bag.

After what happened in the kitchen with Jin, you decided to go back up to your room and clean up the glass on the floor. Jin said that he had a couple of things to take care of, and wouldn't be able to help you. You were somewhat glad about that: It had been getting awkward between the both of you.

You brought the dustpan back down to the floor, and started to sweep up more of the glass. There were only a couple of shards left, and you were almost done cleaning up the rest of the glass.

You picked up the dustpan and held it over the trash bag again and let the last of the glass plummet into the bag. You happily set the brush and dustpan down on top of your legs, then tied the trash bag closed. You picked everything up, and made your way over to the door.

Before you could open it yourself, you heard two audible knocks on the door. You jumped, because you weren't expecting anyone else to come by.

"Are you in there (Y/N)?" You could hear someone lean up against the door. "It's me, Jimin."

Oh goodie, the perverted playboy.

"Yes, I'm in here!" You said, faking a nice tone. "You can come in."

The door opened, and to your disappointment, there was Jimin. He had the same dumb, cheeky smirk that he always did, which annoyed you. He stepped inside the room and closed the door behind him. He set something--you didn't see what it was--down on top of the nightstand, and then came to stand over you.

"Hey, what happened here?" He asked, looking at the trash bag with wide eyes. "You didn't try to kill someone, did you?"

At least he has a sense of humor.

"No, I'm not a murderer," you laughed, "I accidentally knocked a glass of water off of my nightstand, and it shattered. I just finished cleaning it up."

"If you kill anyone, make sure it's not me, okay?" He said, leaning up against the wall. "I actually came up here to invite you somewhere. I brought you something, too."

"Invite me somewhere?" You raised your eyebrow as you walked past him towards the door. "That's kind of vague. What exactly did you bring me, anyway?"

"I brought you a swimsuit," Jimin quickly stepped in front of the door to keep you from leaving. "I want you to change so that we can go swimming in the pool out back."

"And if I say no?" You were getting annoyed with him already.

"That would be breaking rule number eight," Jimin replied, pushing himself forward so that he was practically right on top of you. "All I have to do is command you to go swimming with me, and you have to do it, otherwise you're breaking the rules."

Are you serious?

"And Namjoon's been in a pretty bad mood for the past couple of days, so I don't know if you'd really want to bother him by breaking the rules he set for you. It would be much easier if you just put on the swimsuit."

"Why don't you just command me to do it, then," you articulated, trying to keep yourself calm. "I can't imagine why any girl would want to--"

You immediately stopped yourself, and turned away from Jimin. You weren't about to get angry over him. You heard him snicker, which frustrated you even more. You couldn't believe that just one person could be so disgusting and manipulative.

"I have to get rid of this glass," you quickly searched for an excuse. "You'll have to give me enough time to take care of this before I can change and go swimming."

What am I saying--I can't even swim!

"That's nonsense, I can take care of it," Jimin reached around you and took the trash bag right out of your hands. "Although I would have liked to stay and watch you change, I guess this needs to be taken care of, too."

You instantly pulled away from him, and sneered at him as he left the room. You waited until the door softly clicked shut behind him before you moved again. Once you were sure that he was gone, you let out a large, aggravated sigh.

I can't believe the nerve of that guy!!

You flopped down onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. You weren't about to let Jimin play you like this, but there was nothing you could do about it without getting in trouble with Namjoon.

You sat up, and looked where he had placed the swimsuit on the corner of your nightstand. You sighed, and rubbed your eyes underneath your glasses.

I might as well look at it before I put it on.

You stood up, and walked over to where the swimsuit was sitting. You noticed that there were three different things there: a top, a bottom, and a cover-up. You also noticed how sickeningly revealing the swimsuit was.

Does he really expect me to wear this?

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"There you are! I was starting to think you weren't coming out," Jimin said, waving to you from the deck chair where he was sitting. "I decided to wait a couple of minutes before I sent for Namjoon, and I think I made the right decision."

Maybe I should have just gone to Namjoon myself.

You walked away from the house and pretended not to notice Jimin. Instead, you looked at the large, undisturbed, crystal-clear pool. It was so clear that you could see your reflection staring back at you. You looked at your figure, and saw the reflection of the god-awful swimsuit Jimin had brought you, and you immediately looked away.

Jimin cleared his throat, and you looked up from the water. He put his hand on his chin and licked his lips. His eyes traveled up and down your body, and you immediately covered yourself with your arms. The lacy, white cover-up didn't do a good job of covering you at all.

Maybe that was the point.

"I liked it better when you weren't trying to cover yourself," Jimin smirked, teasing you. "You looked sexier that way."

"You can go to hell," you spat, sitting as many chairs away from him as you could. "I considered taking my chances with Namjoon for a little while, so be lucky."

"You really don't like me, do you?" Jimin asked, pretending to be hurt and crossing his arms over his chest. "That makes it twice as fun for me."

"What do you mean twice as fun?" Jimin didn't answer you, he only stood up and walked over to the poolside. As he did, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his rippling muscles.

Your jaw dropped, and you instantly looked away. You could feel your face turning bright red, and you hoped that Jimin didn't notice it. He would find any way he could to tease you about it, and you didn't need that.

"Hey, catch," Jimin said. Something lightly hit your leg, and you uncovered your eyes. Jimin's shirt had draped itself over your legs. You looked up, and saw that he was looking at you over his shoulder expectantly.

"You can keep that, if you'd like," Jimin said, giving you a shrewd smile as he eased himself into the pool.

"I'd rather burn it," you said, flinging it off of you and onto the concrete. You crossed your arms over your chest and turned your head away.

You watched as Jimin dunked himself under the water. Only a few seconds later, he resurfaced, and this time, he was closer to you. He splashed some of the pool water towards you, and you quickly moved to dodge most of the spray.

"Now it's your turn," Jimin said, slicking his hair back.

You gulped, and looked down at the white lace cover-up you were wearing. You could see the outline of the skimpy navy blue swimsuit that was hidden underneath.

I really don't want to do this.

"(Y/N), you should never keep a man waiting," Jimin shook his head. "It'll be over quickly if you just come and join me."

"Just shut up and give me a second," you barked. You pushed yourself out of the chair, and set your glasses down. You grabbed the bottom hem of your cover-up, and held it loosely in your hands.

As much as I dislike it, he's right. I just have to get it over with.

Without another moment of hesitation, you pulled the cover-up over your head, and revealed the skimpy navy blue bikini. You slowly walked over to the side of the pool, and stopped before you hit the water.

"Fuck, that's nice."

You looked up, and Jimin was leaning up against the wall of the pool. His eyes were greedily scanning up and down your body, taking in every inch of you. Something in his eyes darkened, and you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

"Just, please, stand there like that," Jimin begged. "You have no idea what wonders you're doing for me right now."

"You're absolutely disgusting, you pervert," you said, instantly covering yourself with your hands.

"Why don't you come here and tell me that?" Jimin edged himself closer to you. "I'm getting kind of lonely down here, all by myself."

The faster I go, the faster all this gets over with.

You sighed, and sat down at the edge of the pool. Jimin offered you his hand, and helped you slide into the chilly water. As your feet hit the bottom of the pool, Jimin wrapped his arms around your waist and hugged you from behind. You felt something hard pressing into the back of your thigh, and the heat rushed to your face.

This can't be happening!

"Isn't this nice?" Jimin lowly whispered into your ear. "It's just you, and it's just me. And better yet. there's nobody to interrupt us."

"Let go of me, you pervert!" You struggled violently against Jimin's tight grip. Jimin chuckled, and only pulled you closer. The pressure on the back of your thigh increased, and you struggled against Jimin even harder. His grip on you broke, and you pushed yourself away into the open water.

"Why are you so against me, (Y/N)?" Jimin pushed himself through the water after you. "What's wrong with having a little bit of fun? Who knows, you might even like it."

"I don't want this!" You kept your eyes on Jimin, and made sure that you were wading where your feet could still touch the bottom of the pool. "I've never even been kissed before!"

"I can treat you like a princess," Jimin said, steering you towards the deep end. "It'll be one of the greatest feelings you can ever have, if you would just let me help you experience it."

"Jimin, please stop, I can't swim," you said, stopping at the edge of the shallow end of the pool. You held your arms out and tried to keep him from coming any closer, but it didn't work. Instead, he grabbed your hands and kept you balanced while slowly inching you backwards into the deep end.

"You can't swim?" Jimin asked, nuzzling his head into your neck, still pushing you backwards. "What if I were to keep pushing, and you were to accidentally fall back into the deep end?"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, but I would," Jimin said, heaving himself forward. "Unless there's anything you can do to make me stop?"

He can't be serious.

"You're a sick and disgusting pervert," you spat, letting your feet slip off of the bottom of the pool as he pushed you further into the deep end.

"And?"

"All seven of you are terrible people, no matter how much any of you try to make up for it."

"And?"

"I've never wanted to drown before, but now seems like a good time."

"And?"

"Orange is not a good look for you."

"I'll make you eat those words, you fucking bitch!"

Before you could stop him, Jimin pulled you close and hungrily planted his lips on yours.