"I hope you're aware that nothing funny is going to happen tonight," I told Jin teasingly as I stood at the entrance of his dorm.

He let out a light chuckle as he helped me out of my sweater and hung it along the wall. "I know. I only wanted to bring you here so we could have a little more privacy."

"Why would you want more privacy?" I asked, my eyes narrowing in a chide-like way. I was clearly joking, of course.

He hung his head down in embarrassment as he smiled. "Stop insinuating I'm insinuating things."

"I'm just asking simple questions, is all," I said, turning on my heel and stepping into the open living room.

Looking around the area, one would never guess that seven males in their early to mid-20s lived here. I had a brother and cousin I grew up around and both of them were messy. There were several items that seemed out of place and a few corners I could spot that were dirty, but overall, it was pretty clean and neat. A skeptical part of me believed Jin had thoroughly cleaned the area right before I arrived. The smell of floral chemicals were lingering in the air.

"So, what are you planning on doing with me if it isn't to stain my virtue?" I asked, turning to him.

His smile had yet to leave. Motioning me to follow him, we went over to the kitchen.

On the stove, I could see he was preparing something. It smelled pretty good. The smells worked like magic and pulled me in. I found myself hovering over the stove, my mouth salivating at the sight below me.

Jin had prepared a good amount of food and it all looked intoxicating.

There was a reason I had never been slim in my life. I loved food too much to give it up. For a good portion of my life, I had considered becoming a chef. However, after finding out from professional chefs that they hardly cooked at home due to their vocation, I let go of that possibility. It thrilled me when I made a dish for my loved ones. It was more important to me to create something for my family to enjoy than it was to create something for complete strangers. I had other skills, so it wasn't too heartbreaking to let go of that dream.

"It should be done already," Jin said as he took a spoon to get a taste. After tasting it, he gave a nod of approval and turned off the stove. Then, pretty expertly, he finely chopped some green onion and began to set the food up on different dishes.

I tried to help, but he swatted me away and demanded to wash my hands so I would be ready to eat. I gave a small pout but did as I was told.

It was our fourth date. The previous ones had all been different. The first date had been a very nice dinner. We had gone on a nice walk along the river once during sunset on our second date. Not many people were present, so we were able to feel a little at ease. And on the last date, we went to a bar and had a private room to ourselves where he showed me how to play pool. It was there that I mentioned to him I loved to cook. My mother developed arthritis when I was very young. She loved cooking, but due to her condition, she decided to teach me everything she knew. Since then, I had always cooked for myself. Other than take-out and at restaurants, no one had ever cooked for me since then.

"Well, that's about to change," he had said with a voice of conviction.

It was the confidence that made my heart flutter and made me feel a little hot. Truth be told, while Jin was physically gorgeous, his face nor his shoulders were his best attributes. The most attractive thing about Kim Seokjin was his confidence. There was a self-assuredness he carried with him that took hold of my attention. He didn't seem to like someone in his 20s; more like well into his 30s.

I had to admit, it was definitely a nice change from dating guys who didn't know themselves very well and questioned everything they did.

Jin managed to take all the plates to the table himself. He took out a nice bottle of wine as well. A warm smile on his face, and his warm brown eyes met mine as he pulled a chair out for me.

His gentlemanly ways were also gaining a lot of points.

Once I was settled in my seat, he sat across from me and we started to eat.

The conversation was the same as our others: giving small bits of information about our personal lives. Every now and then we shared stories or info that went a little deeper.

I opened up about the stress I felt financially. I was doing ok, but there were times that I wished I had a little more so I didn't have to be so frugal with my money. Thankfully, I had gained the promotion, so that had taken much of the pressure off my shoulders.

Jin then went on to share his struggles of being an idol. What bothered him more than anything was the inability not to do whatever he wanted. He felt restraints coming from all over.

I had known him for not even a month, but I believe I had learned how to read his face and energy a little more clearly. As he spoke of his lack of freedom, I felt the heartbreak.

Jin didn't seem to wallow in disappointment too much because he began to list all the things he enjoyed about his job. One of his favorites was touring. However, that came with a negative.

"I get to see different cities, cultures, and most importantly, fans. But then I'm away from home. It's difficult to stay in contact with loved ones from another country. Calling family and friends becomes a struggle," he said as he took a sip of his wine.

His voice had a slight hint of sadness. I kept my eyes on him and listened intently.

"We're set to go back on tour in a few weeks and we have some things to do on our schedule for America. Prepping for the tour and schedule is going to be quite busy," he said, his mouth turned downward.

"How long will you be gone?" I asked, a feeling of disappointment creeping in just a little.

I had gotten so used to him these last few weeks. On top of our dates, we had talked on the phone and messaged each other almost every day now. Hearing that communication wouldn't be the same was disheartening.

"A little over a month." He looked up, catching my eyes.

Quietly, I nodded. I took a slow bite of the food, letting the information he was giving me sink in.

This was one of the many reasons I didn't want to date an idol. They had hectic schedules that didn't give them much of a personal life. The communication between us came in waves throughout the day as it was. Sometimes, I would go hours without hearing from him, but then we would be talking non-stop for a solid two hours. His schedule wasn't consistent, so I was left checking my phone every ten minutes.

Yeah, dating an idol wasn't a good idea. Maybe after he left for his tour he would forget about me. By the time he came back, he might stop calling me and find some other chick to laugh at his jokes and drool over his gorgeous face.

How long until he left, though? How many more dates did I have until Kim Seokjin walked out of my life?

There was a slight cramp in my chest all of a sudden. I coughed it up to heartburn and tried to ignore it.

"When will you be leaving for the tour?" I asked, trying to sound casual as the jab in my chest deepened.

"In a couple of weeks." His eyes stayed on me as if trying to get a reading out of me.

I felt taken aback. "Two weeks?!"

He gave a slight nod but didn't say anything. His eyes followed me closely.

My stomach started to feel a little unsettled now. What the hell did I eat that was making me feel so bad all of a sudden?

"That's not too long from now," I said, wondering why I was sounding pouty.

"I wanted to see you as often as I could before things got too busy," he then began. "I don't have any days free, but there are gaps late in the day where we can hang out. Or you can probably come on set and hang out behind the scenes."

I frowned at this. "Girls are allowed to come around?"

"Yeah. Some of the other guys have girlfriends too and they come around while we're—" his eyes became wide as he caught himself.

I had caught it as well. "Other guys have girlfriends, too." I felt my cheeks get hot.

Suddenly, that self-confident guy disappeared. "I didn't mean to say 'too'. Sorry, that's a mistake. Of course, I don't consider you my girlfriend—I haven't asked you properly yet, so—" he stumbled on his words once more and his eyes grew wider with worry and embarrassment.

I was finding the room pretty stuffy and warm. I took a sip of water, trying to cool myself.

"Not yet, I meant that if you were to be my girlfriend, I would definitely ask and not just assume. It would be very impolite of me to do that and I want you to know that I very much respect you." Jin was speaking so fast that I had trouble believing his lips were actually moving.

Thump!

The sudden crashing noise made the two of us jump in our seats. Jin let out a scream of shock. I covered my head out of impulse. I didn't do well with loud noises.

"Oh, sorry," came a gruff voice off in the distance.

"Ah, Yoongi-ah," Jin said. "You scared me."

Seeing that nothing bad had occurred following the noise, I felt it safe to peek out of my arms and turn to where the noise and voice had come from.

A slim figure wearing all black was straightening a lamp up. That's probably what had fallen down.

My arms came down and I took some breaths to try to slow my heart rate.

The slim figure shuffled his way a little closer to us. He looked like a sloth by his slow movements. He had a bucket hat on that was covering half his face; I wasn't completely sure if he was even human.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" Jin asked in a scolding manner. "You're sick, remember?"

Sloth man let out a low grunt. "Need more tea."

"The kettle is on," Jin informed him. "Want me to prepare it?"

"I got it." The sloth creature finally reached us. He glanced at me and he gave a light greeting gesture. "I'm Yoongi."

I introduced myself to him, giving him a smile after meeting his eyes. Yeah, he was a guy. A very sick-looking guy.

As Yoongi made his way toward the kettle, I noticed the clock on the wall. Shit, I really needed to get home. I had something due for work tomorrow. Jin knew this and had agreed to take me home by a certain time.

"Jin—the time," I said, motioning him to take a look at the clock.

Jin turned and let out a curse under his breath, which he quickly apologized for. "I'll call a car. It shouldn't take them too long to get here." He took out his phone to make the call.

"Can I use your restroom?" I asked, getting up from my seat.

Jin nodded, pointed to the hall Yoongi had walked out of a bit ago and gave me directions on how to get there.

I couldn't imagine how long I had stayed over. I had hoped it would only be two hours, but we had doubled that. I sent my coworkers a quick email letting them know my portion of the work might get to them a little late. Truth was that I was done with it, but still wanted to go over it one final time before submitting it.

After I was done, I came out of the restroom. I was walking down the hall and about to enter the living room when I heard Jin and Yoongi talking. I caught my name, so I pulled back and decided to hear what they had to say.

"You're lucky I was here. I saved you from that embarrassment," I heard Yoongi say with a light chuckle.

"What embarrassment?" Jin asked defensively.

Yoongi let out a low laugh. "You were making a fool out of yourself with her. Kept stumbling over your words. You should have seen how red you got."

"How long have you been watching us?!" Jin demanded.

"A while."

"A while?!"

"Hey, it's not my fault you have no perception of time with her. I agreed to stay there for two hours. You should be grateful because I sent the young ones a message to not come home for another two hours. They would have walked through that door and made things worse for you." Yoongi's voice definitely sounded sick, but he sounded extremely perky.

Jin let out a grunt. "That would have been a pain to deal with."

"I should have recorded it though and sent it to them."

"What?"

"How you look with her. Really, you couldn't keep your eyes off her as you blabbered on about how much you respect her."

Smack!

Yoongi let out a laugh then a groan. "That hurt."

"I think it's time you go."

"I gotta say goodbye first. It would be very impolite of me. And I very much respect her—" he started to say with a mocking tone.

Smack!

Another laugh and groan from Yoongi. "Ow. You haven't hit me that hard in years. You must really like her."

"Out," Jin demanded.

Yoongi let out another chuckle. "Ok, ok, ok."

I knew I couldn't stay hidden anymore. I pretended as if I had just walked out of the restroom and Yoongi and I met at the end of the hall, next to the living room.

Yoongi made eye contact with me as he held onto his tea. He greeted me, saying my name pretty loud. I knew he was making sure Jin heard. "It was nice meeting you," he said while he bent his neck.

I bent mine back to him. "Nice to meet you as well."

"I'm sure I'll see you again," he said with a smirk and walked away.

I saw him disappear into the hall. Turning back, I saw Jin walking towards me.

He gave a small smile. "There was a driver nearby. He should be downstairs shortly." He motioned towards the door.

I made my way over to him and together we put on our sweaters and shoes. Jin made sure to put on his mask, just in case anyone outside caught us.

Once downstairs at the entrance, there was a black van waiting for us. We made our way in and were driven to my apartment.

We spoke a little on our ride.

Once we reached my apartment complex, Jin insisted on walking me to my front door.

As we made our way into the building, I asked for one of the recipes he had used, but he refused to give it to me.

"Why can't I have it?" I asked with mocking irritation.

"I'd rather teach it to you," he explained. "We'll do it all together. Prepping, cleaning, mixing, cooking. It'll be fun."

An image of Jin and I cooking together came into view and I couldn't help but feel the excitement. Cooking was something I always enjoyed doing and every date I'd had with Jin had been quite meaningful. To combine both things, I was sure he would have me melting.

"I'll look forward to it," I said as I stopped. We arrived at my door.

"So this is your place?" he asked, nodding to the door.

I gave a nod and looked into his beautiful features. "Thank you for today. It was nice to have someone else cook for once."

"It was my pleasure." His voice was low and sultry as he took a step closer. There was a look in his eye that I had seen before in guys. And the half smirk on his lips told me I was right on my suspicions.

My heart rate began to spike. I opened my mouth to come up with an excuse for needing to hurry inside, but the words never came out.

Pillowy, soft lips were gently placed on my lips. The feeling of warm, large hands came on either side of my hips, pulling me closer to him. My eyes closed as my heart fluttered. Butterflies flew all around my stomach once I felt his lips move along mine. I lightly felt the tip of his tongue brush on my top lip. Instinctively, my arms came around his neck, holding him tight. My lips moved against his as well. He went on to hold onto my bottom lip and tugged at it using the right amount of suction. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, making me feel like I was in the clouds. But slowly, it became a little intense. On tongues stayed inside our mouths, but the movement of his lips and how they nibbed at mine with the right amount of pressure...made me feel like my skin was on fire.

I heard a noise come out of me I had never heard before. And I felt the smirk upon his lips immediately following the noise. He was so damn proud of himself.

And I hated him.

Hated him for the way he kissed.