RIVALS | jjk. ✓

11. excuse

"Ugh..." I stared at the mess that was the boys, sprawled around the table full of empty beer bottles. The lovely interior of the penthouse has turned into what looks like a kid's party, except - the attendants were a bunch of drunk, hot men.

And the owner, Jungkook was dead drunk on the floor, his arms stuffed into his shirt, so his naked torso was peeking out. It didn't seem to be bothering him however, it did to me. It was real distracting. I just let myself drool at the sight of his parted lips and half naked body, the sounds that rolled off his tongue almost like a sensual moan meant for the bedroom.

He's so much cuter when he isn't blabbing about how he's won me in the last exam. Just sleeping peacefully with his arm clutched around the pillow. Talking about the pillow, can I be the pillow? Wait Soojung, you're supposed to loathe him.

"Oppa." I turned to my brother first, who was my priority. I dragged him painstakingly onto the couch, and covered him with a blanket I found in one of the rooms.

One by one, I slowly created makeshift beds for the boys. When it came to Park Jimin's turn, I was a nervous wreck. Half of them were shirtless and a mess, and he had to be one of the few.

I approached the boy cautiously, occasionally stealing glances at his lower body. Hot. I mentally convinced myself I'm not a pervert, but my actions speak otherwise - I kept staring at the delicious abdomen that ran down his body, his sharp jaw accompanied by the dirty blonde hair that emphasised his otherworldly features. Oh, he was such a looker.

I gently wiped the sweat off his neck and body with a towel, and he groans a little in his deep slumber. I may or may not have interpreted it in a dirty manner. Can I mention that his raspy voice sent me dangerous signals.

After a while of helping him get comfortable, I realized that Jimin was awake. He had watched me the whole time, taking care of him - and he just pretended to be asleep.

"You haven't wiped an area yet..." He sits up, a playful glint in his eyes. My attention was all focused on how he gazed at me like I was tempting him, enough to not notice that he had slid his arm around my waist.

"Here," he says, pointing at his abs. "You haven't wiped me here."

Jimin was drunk, and it switched something in him. It was as if his seductive side has came to full bloom, and his testosterone filled the atmosphere. I'm not sure if I can survive this ordeal. Oh god.

I blinked a few times innocently at him, processing his words in my blank head. Jimin observes my expression, lets out a low chuckle, and presses his full lips on my cheek, before passing out again.

"What are you doing with him?" I heard a voice close behind me, and it somehow gave me the chills. And I was right, there stood Jungkook, except he wore an expression I haven't seen before.

"I....was..." I answered in a stuttering manner, as if I was put in an interrogation room. Jungkook, now a little more sober, had a darkened look on his face. His bottom lip reddened from how much he was biting it.

"Soojung." He calls me softly, pulling me towards him and away from Jimin's body. I could smell his musky cologne, and it drived me crazy. His grip was strong on my wrist, Jungkook was holding onto me as if I'm going to disappear from his side.