You held his mouth shut, asyour father handed you your dinner, Jimin, your boyfriend snuck into your room. His back pushed against the wall of your door, a smirk on his face. When you closed the door, Jimin leaned in and kissed you hardly, his hands undoing his tie, unbuttoning the first five buttons, revealing his chiseled chest. His hair neatly combed. Jimin's family was wealthy, so was yours, the only problem was your parents were competitors. He escaped the family gala to come meet you. "Hello my lovely Fox. I bought you flowers." Jimin picks up a rose bouquet from your bed, placing one between his teeth and another behind your ear. "I love you, I love you, I love you." He smiled, his hands placed at your waist. "My girl."