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jimin (pt 4)

house of cards is playing, i think I'm choking. anyway, i reposted the prologue to my taehyung book because the first version of it was weird for me. please check it out if you are interested in reading it, thank you 🙏🏼

PART FOUR OF BAD ANGEL

JIMIN

"Seokjin! Get your ass in here if you can hear me!"

I prop my hands on my hips, pushing my weight to one leg, foot tapping the tiles in my kitchen.

"Do you know how gay you look doing that, right?"

I scoff, spinning on my heel, resorting to having my arms folded across my chest. He raises his eyebrows, looks of amusement twinkling in those golden orbs of his.

"What the hell? Was this planned?"

He looks confused for a second but it disappears the minute he sees the silhouette of Y/N getting changed. I slap his hand and make him look at me.

"Oh, that. No, it wasn't but just know, I was watching. Quite a change in views there, Jimin."

I roll my eyes, giving him my darkest look to at least intimidate him enough to give me some answers.

"I hate to say it but I told you so. That shrivelled prune you call a heart is beating, Jimin. I can hear it from here. It's beating for her. You want to protect her, no matter how deep down you say it is, there's nothing that can change it. I should've told you this before but you can simply choose not protect a person and kill them, like you were going to do last night. I was waiting to fly down and whoop your ass if you so much as made a move. Just give it a try, it feels like she wants your protecting."

I open my mouth but once again, he's gone, decorating my floor with a collection of glitter.

That man can't possibly stand the idea of someone else speaking, can he?

"Goddamn it Seokjin!"

Y/N sticks her head in, giggling slightly at the mess. I shoot her a look and she backs away, the smile still radiant on her face. I shake my head, scowling when I catch a look of my reflection in the oven door. 

A small smile pulled my lips upward before I got rid of it.

Throwing the glitter in the bin, I return to my full height and fix up my hair using the fridge as my guide. An unusual hint of gold catches my eye. I stumble through my bedroom to get to the bathroom, ignoring Y/N's questions.

Clamping my hands around the edge of the sink, I lean forward. A low growl escapes my lips. Eyes almost identical to Seokjin's replace my usually dull brown ones. Y/N enters behind me, gasping at my eyes.

She cups my face and makes me look at her.

"So fucking hot," she whispers. I raise my eyebrow at her to which she only smiles.

"I don't build my friendships on lies."