Not What it Seems | BTS x Reader | Reverse Harem

Chapter 30 - Don't Stop 🔥🔥🔥

Polygamy and reverse harem warning again!

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As it turns out, the ice tea I've had since earlier was a Long Island, and thank fuck it was.

When Yoongi left me to my own devices, I was helpless. I stood there yearning for more.

Needing more.

Sculling the multi-liquored concoction, I persevered when the alcohol burned my throat. If anything it made me forget the feeling of Yoongi's lips, even for just a little bit.

I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. But it was useless. He had a hold of me, and it was undeniably relentless.

With what was left in me, I dragged myself back into the main ballroom. Walking back to where I was, BTS was no longer congregating. Only Jimin was standing there stoicly sipping his drink. The pain in my chest grew when I was reminded of who he had came with, even if it was all a ruse.

"Hey," I said not really going anywhere with that.

"Your dress strap is loose." Gesturing over my shoulder, the lace of my dress was sitting on my left arm, out of place.

Fixing my outfit, I did a quick pat down to make sure nothing else was awry. I was a nervous wreck as my already-in-overdrive nerves made me extra fidgety.

"Why do you have a red mark on your...?" Jimin started before ending his question with a chuckle. He took another sip from his whiskey coloured beverage and sighed amusingly. "The night's still young and you're already having way too much fun.."

He flashed his smile, revealing his slightly out of place tooth. Something I had recently noticed about him.

My hands immediately touched along the path of Yoongi's lips and stopped when the pressure from my fingertips found a sore spot. Crap. I was too high on the ecstasy to even realised he had left a hickey.

"Sunbae," I barked, trying to change the subject. Both the alcohol and the embarassment were flushing my cheeks. "Where's your 'date'?"

Making air quotes with my finger, I was trying to let him know that I was onto him. And that I wasn't falling for it.

Unfortunately, the charismatic smile he had, clearly not getting the memo, doubled in size. Pushing his oversized blazer back, he tucked his hands in his trouser pockets as he walked towards me.

"She's in the bathroom," I could hear the mischief in his voice, and despite the blaring music in the background, his footsteps echoed against the mahogany floor. "Why do you care?"

"I don't, just didn't want to be stuck in this conversation with you for too long." Looking away, I raised my eyebrows to mirror the smugness in my tone.

"Does it bother you?" He questioned again, his head slightly cocked to one side.

"I already said—" when I fixed my vision towards this dead knot of a man, he was already violating my personal space. I abruptly moved back, only to hit one of the dining chairs neatly placed around the infinite round tables. Protectively, Jimin's hand gripped my arm, even though I didn't really lose my balance or needed support, he affectionately placed it there anyways.

"—I don't care.." I peeped unconvincingly, barely over a whisper.

"Sunbae, I know you're only here to make Jungkook jealous." I continued, forcing the determination into my eyes. But again, the lack of conviction in my voice failed me.

"But what about you?" Taking yet another step and closing in on me, this was bordering on socially unacceptable at a black tie event. "Does it bother you that I'm here with Hanna instead of you?"