ink bound (JJK, Book 1 of the Soulmate Series)

chapter twenty five

"Jungkookie, I'm heavyyyy" I whine sleepily, blinking at the bright lights of the elevator that we just entered.

"You're not" Jungkook laughs.

"I can bet all my life savings I weigh more than you." I groan, hitting his shoulder lightly. "Put me down"

"I'm sure you don't but so what if you do, you're still as light as a feather to me." He smiles brightly. "And no, I like you like this. In my arms."

Jimin fake gags. "Gross, get a room losers."

"Or you can get out." Jungkook bites back.

I groan, nuzzling my face in Jungkook's neck. A tiny ploy just so I can breathe him in a little more. "Can you two fight quietly, please?"

"She sounds like Yoongi hyung, huh?" Namjoon chuckles.

We exit out of the elevator and if I thought Jungkook would just seat me in the car, I am very wrong. He slides in, putting me right on his lap.

"Comfy chair" I hum, "I don't remember it being this comfortable when we were heading here."

Jungkook just chuckles, pressing his face into my neck and wrapping his arms tightly around my body. Our height difference doing nothing right now because I'm still just barely leveled with his face. He places his hand on my lap and I take it, tracing his tattoos.

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I knew seeing Taehyung was gonna be inevitable. I guess if you count all the times we've said at most two words to each other before Jimin or Jungkook stepped in, I think we're getting along well. It was definitely better than the zero words spoken to me before.

Still, standing in the door way of the private room and getting a clear view of where he's seated at is as daunting as the last time we saw each other. The other 3 are already in the room, standing when we walk through it.

"Taylor!" Hobi shouts, walking over to me with his arms wide open. "What are you doing here!"

"I bought front row seats to Jungkook and Jimin's arguments" I hug him.

"Fun," He chuckles sending vibrations to my head that's pressed on his chest. Why are these men all so damn tall?

Hobi lets me go and I'm greeted by Jin and Yoongi. A series of, "Hey kid" and "Hi little one" sounding from them at the same time. The "hey kid" comment coming from Yoongi as he pats my head, seemingly enjoying being 7 inches taller than me. It's only when I greet him back with a "Hi grandpa" that he moves his hand away, a sly smirk on his face at my come back.

Jungkook guides me further into the room, a comforting hand on my back to where Taehyung is standing.

"Hi Taylor" he says, sporting the boxy smile that I'd recognize anywhere.

"Taehyung-ssi" I bow my head politely.

His smiles falters slightly as he takes the seat directly in front of Jungkook with Jimin seated to the left.

A familiar anxious bubble builds in the pit of my stomach. It's short lived when the moment I sit down Jungkook is dragging my chair so that I'm right next to him. Which should make me feel more anxious since Taehyung is right in front of me now, but Jungkook's warm hand finds its way right to my thigh rubbing random shapes in my leggings.

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Once all the food makes its way to the table, it's every man (or in my case woman) for themselves. These men are quick, taking as much meat on their plate as they can. Fortunately and unfortunately for me, my appetite is just as big as theirs. So I rush to grab the last piece of meat in the bowl on our side of the table. And just my luck, so does Taehyung.