The constant drone from the heavy machinery filled the air as Jimin ordered men around the construction site. He had spent the better half of a week, along with Taehyung, making their master plan come to life.
One of Taehyung’s connections had managed to infiltrate CIN Tech’s database and retrieve an inventory of the high-tech apparatus. Once the resin floor was laid, and the labour force was no longer around, they could start installing the equipment and turn the place into a laboratory.
Jimin hoped that his friend was right about Yoongi, otherwise this whole operation would be fruitless. There was, however, one downside that Jimin anticipated. If the introverted scientist did accept their offer, then he would have to spend more time tolerating Jeon Jungkook.
It was past lunchtime, and Jimin had watched the transformation of the open plan space as the finishing touches to the shell were completed. With a word of encouragement to the sweat-soaked labourers for their efforts, he excused himself and headed to the main house to take a break.
Stepping inside the house was a welcome relief that shielded him from the bedlam, and the ringing in his eardrums intensified with the stillness now surrounding him. The only audible sound was a muffled television from upstairs that came from his friend’s quarters.
Taehyung had yet to make an appearance today. No doubt he was occupied with his new toy.
‘Working my arse,’ Jimin grumbled as he flopped onto the sofa. ‘Don’t mind me whilst you're slacking off with your plaything.’
Jimin’s stomach growled; the lack of food and the hectic schedule were taking its toll. He knew foraging through the kitchen would be futile because he and Taehyung had still not followed through on their daily declaration to stock the cupboards.
‘I’m heading out for some lunch!’ Jimin hollered up the grand staircase, not too bothered whether Taehyung heard him or not.
‘She can’t hear you.’ Taehyung’s deep pitch startled him from behind. ‘We’ll have whatever you're having, though.’
‘What the- How did you get there?’ Jimin held his hand to his chest. ‘Are you trying to give me a heart attack? I thought you were upstairs.’
‘No, I was in the study.’ His friend almost doubled over with laughter and hung an arm around his shoulders, ‘Is that what your little wobbler was all about just now?’
Jimin threw him a sarcastic smile. ‘I’m sorry. I forgot you two psychos are still revelling in your strange acts of foreplay.’
‘Nothing too spicy,’ Taehyung stated, ignoring his comment as he guided him to the front door. ‘Pick up some side dishes too. Aera has quite the appetite.’
The silver Sport Porsche Boxter was due to be taken out for a spin, but he still hadn’t settled on what cuisine would hit the spot.
Jimin rolled off the grounds without any urgency, allowing himself more time to weigh up his lunch options, but he soon found himself driving aimlessly and heading towards the closest strip of food joints.
As he kept his eye out for an available parking space, he had a sudden craving for the quaint diner by Park Grande Complex. It would take a little longer, but the drive would give him some time to clear his fuzzy brain.
His Porsche flew through the city and as he approached the stretch of road leading to the apartments and thought about the hot chick he bumped into last week. Taehyung was getting his kicks with Aera, and he wanted a new fling of his own.
On a whim, Jimin drove into the car park and adjusted the rear-view for a better look as he swept his fingers through his centre parting. How can she resist me? he thought as he checked his appearance from each angle, and let his thick mane fall back into place.
He had grown accustomed to a quick flash of his flirtatious smile with his “come-hither” look that had not only women, but straight men questioning their sexuality.
‘You got this, Park,’ Jimin muttered as he reached for the car door. He froze, however, when he caught a glimpse of a curvy figure walking towards him. ‘Shit!’
Jimin played it cool. He had every reason to be here. He owned the building, afterall.
Seconds after her round arse strutted past his window, a spontaneous whistle left his mouth in appreciation. Idiot.
The tantalising woman stopped, turned, and arched her back a little to glance into his car.
‘Mr B.’ She smirked and leaned into his window.
A floral scent swept through his airway, and it took a lot of willpower not to take a peek down the chiffon blouse that offered a delightful angle of her cleavage.
‘Miss no name.’ Jimin lifted his chin, trying his best to come across as unflustered. ‘Have you thought about my offer, yet?’
He watched as her eyes briefly travelled south along his chest that was snugly packed under his white shirt, and then back up to meet his gaze.
‘Tell me, Mr B. Does this caveman behaviour usually get you a date?’ The temptress playfully poked his arm.
‘Cavemen?’ he shook his head and scoffed, but was undeterred by the remark because he had her attention. ‘It worked, didn't it?’
‘Bye, Ballerina.’
Her quick departure left Jimin gobsmacked, shutting him down with two words. He was still hungry, but his craving was no longer for food. He was determined to have the Spanish vixen that was bold enough to knock him back quivering beneath him.
So, as he watched her advance inside the building, he psyched himself up to do what he came to do and followed her into the building.
Standing outside her apartment, Jimin proceeded with a confident knock, and when he heard the dead bolt release, he readied his stance and met her stunned face with a jaw dropping smile.
‘Park Jimin.’ His name left her lips in such a sultry way that he felt the urge to pin her against the wall and forcefully take her lips.
‘You’ve been asking about me, I see.’ Jimin narrowed his eyes, feeling content that she had taken the time to find out who he was.
‘May I ask why you’re standing at my door?’ she asked as she twirled a piece of hair around her fingers.
Reading between the lines, and - knowing she was indeed attracted to him - Jimin dipped his head and took a step closer as their eyes met. ‘I think you know why.’
He watched her intently and could see her mind ticking over as she averted her gaze with a coy smile; there was definitely sexual chemistry between them. He was ready to close the deal, but when her hands landed on hips, he faltered.
Jimin tried to remain poised at the sudden contact as she looked at him from under her lashes and fondled the pockets of his jeans.
Does she think I'm carrying a weapon? His forehead creased, although he was amused by the frisking of his somewhat intimate area.
‘Unlock it.’ She smiled as she removed his phone and placed it in his hand.
Jimin was unsure of her intention, but he followed her instructions, unlocked it and handed the device back with a puzzled visage. He watched as she nibbled on her bottom lip and tapped a few buttons before dangling the device in front of him to indicate that she was finished.
Taking it back, he glanced at the screen that held an unfamiliar name.
Maya.
And below her name, there was a number.
The smug feeling lasted only seconds due to the cute shrug Maya gave him that roused him to suspect she was placating him with a fake number, and so he lifted a brow and hit the call icon next to her name.
‘You don’t trust me, Mr B?’ Maya chuckled, making him bite his lip to hide his delight when he heard the melody from inside her apartment.
‘All I need now is for you to say yes to dinner.’ Jimin crossed his arms and leaned into the wall.
‘I’m a last minute kind of girl.’ Maya mirrored his posture against the door frame. ‘I have your number. How about I text you when I’m free?’
‘Fine. I’ll settle for your number,’ Jimin said as he swept his tongue between his lips, ‘for today.’ He was unable to break himself from her gaze to turn around and leave, confident that - if he pushed her enough - he would be able to tempt her into bed.
‘I would like to know why they call you Ballerina, though.’ Maya teased, breaking the steamy scenario that was unfolding in his mind.
Jimin moved his gaze to her mouth and back to her eyes, and then came within inches of her face, ‘I guess you’ll have to accept my dinner invitation, then.’
Maya didn’t bat an eyelid as he invaded her space and considered moving in for a kiss, but it was his turn to be cock-blocked when his friends next door made a ruckus and barged into the corridor.
‘You have my number,’ Maya said discreetly as she threw a wave to Jin and Hobi and disappeared into her apartment.
Jimin jutted his chin and turned to greet the pair with a tight smile, but Jin’s statement made him guffaw.
‘You know you’re wasting your time with Maya? You're not her type.’ The handsome face he knew held an unusually serious glare.
‘Of course, I’m her type,’ Jimin grinned and raised his hands to showcase the perfect being: himself. ‘I’m everyone's type.’
‘Do you see this?’ Jin pointed at his face. ‘I think you’ll find this is everyone's type.’
Jimin was baffled by Jin’s reception as Hobi stepped between them.
‘He has a little crush on Maya,’ Hobi whispered, scrunching his nose.
Now that made sense, and he could barely blame the guy. Maya was exceptional even by his standards, and he had been with more than a fair share of beautiful women in his life.
‘Sorry, buddy. I had no idea.’ Jimin patted Jin on the shoulder, half expecting him to crack an awful joke and be done with the matter.
Instead, he was nudged backwards as Jin stormed past him without another word.
‘He’ll get over it.’ Hobi grimaced at the awkwardness. ‘You’ve known him long enough to know he likes to make a scene.’
Deflated but not deterred, Jimin headed towards the elevator and groaned when his phone rang; the two hungry lunatics waiting at home had slipped his mind.
‘I’m coming!’ Jimin barked before Taehyung could get a word in.
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