Poppy & Jingi | DTR (Define the Relationship)
WHO: Poppy & Jingi WHEN: Sometime after Thanksgiving, Sunday afternoon WHERE: Poppy's dorm room WHAT: Poppy & Jingi define their relationship. RATING: Medium (Some making out, touching, and cute things.)
It was one of those rare afternoons where Poppy and Jingi found themselves alone, Si-won having found something else to do other then to tag along with his hyung when he said he was going to Poppy's for a movie. And it wasn't that Poppy ever minded having any of the BTS boys around, they were all so much fun and she loved them even more having actually met them all, except Haejin because he was serving in the military currently. But it was nice to curl up in bed with Jingi and watch anime. Which they had, until Jingi had gotten distracted and started kissing the place where her neck and shoulder met and it sent such delicious shivers through her and they had promptly stopped watching the anime playing on the TV across from her bed, instead finding themselves enjoying each other's lips and skin more then what they had been watching.
Poppy sighed in pleasure and contentment against his plush lips. More and more she found herself forgetting Jingi was JINGI AKA Rap Monster of BTS, and thinking of him more as someone else, some one fans didn't really get to see, but she did. And she got to kiss him and hear the small sounds of pleasure he made when she'd brush along his sensitive skin, or the way his breath caught when she kissed and licked that spot right under his ear, where his pulse pounded beneath her own soft lips. They didn't get to see the way he looked, hair messy, hooded eyes glancing up at her, checking to make sure it was okay before his hands slid under her flimsy tank top, hot against her skin.
It had been...months at this point, but Poppy wasn't really thinking about that, tried not to think about it. Because thinking about this amazing thing between them too hard would absolutely jinx it, of that she was sure. But any free time was spent together, when she wasn't working on her vlog or tutoring Tae in English. Nissa was telling it was absolutely time to DTR, to 'lock that fine man down.' Lights had seemed to agree, but Poppy felt such anxiety at the idea, that it would somehow ruin everything. Jingi was respectful of her boundaries, she'd told him she wasn't ready to have sex and he told her he didn't mind waiting as long as she wanted. There had been some mild petting here and there, but he hadn't pushed and neither had she.
His hand slid along her stomach, sending shivers through her body as his lips moved against hers. Oh she could kiss him forever. For hours. In fact they had absolutely done just that more then a few times, before cuddling up and fall asleep together, surrounded by her stuffed animals or in his bed, surrounded by books and music notes.
"I'm pretty sure these last few months are a fever dream," she murmured against his lips. "Or I'm in a coma. I hope no one wakes me up." She smiled against his lips, before kissing him again.