No Strings

(EXTRA) Part 11

Jimin cannot help but smile. "Your flattery does wonders to my ego, babe. Have I ever said that, before?"

"No." Sighing, you wrap your legs around his. "I'm sure it got lost in between all the compliments you say to yourself."

"Hey!"

Laughing, you pull away long enough to boop Jimin on the nose. "You're so cute," you coo, stretching his cheeks. "When did you get so cute?"

Jimin growls. "Cute is for children," he says. "Mostly, those between the ages of zero and five."

"What happens after five?"

"They get precocious. There's nothing worse than a precocious child, Y/N."

Biting down on your lip, you try not to laugh. "Okay, grandpa," you say, patting his cheek as you hop down from the stool. "Go grab a double shot to catch up to me. I hear Namjoon is already tearing it up the dance floor and I've been remiss, keeping away for so long."

Jimin turns around to order and you rise on tip-toe, peering into the crowd. Minsun has not returned yet, which is strange. She left her purse behind and if she does not come back soon, you will need to drag it out on the dance floor with you. Namjoon's flailing is awkward enough without multiple straps on your body for him to get stuck in.

"OH MY GOD!"

The voice is Minsun's, shrieking over the sounds of the bar. Your head jerks sideways, nearly slipping in your haste to retrieve her. "Jimin!" you yelp, delving in between patrons. "Grab Minsun's purse for me, okay?"

"GOT IT, HONEY!"

Minsun remains audible, yelling somewhere in the background. She must be yelling, to be heard over the music and as you shove through the crowd, you imagine the worst. Seokjin should be here too, chasing after his girlfriend because she is clearly either A) under attack, or B) drunk and yelling at a stranger and honestly, with Minsun, the latter is more probable. Then you skid around a tall, gangly someone and come face-to-face with your roommate.

Minsun seems livid. She is standing with Seokjin, arguing fiercely while he holds both hands before him; a metaphorical shield in their battle.

"Why!" she blurts, poking him hard in the chest. "Why won't you let me buy fro-yo!"

Seokjin sputters, grabbing both her wrists with his hands. "Minsun," he hisses, glancing around. "Babe, just a little bit quieter, okay? I want to talk about this!"

"No," she yelps, wrenching free from his grasp. "I will not be quiet when my very freedom is being oppressed!" Minsun huffs, waving a hand and nearly knocking over Hoseok's drink.

"Hey!" he yelps, jumping out of her reach.

"Sorry, Hobi!" Minsun returns to scowling at Seokjin. "My boyfriend is compromising my freedom, so I'm a LITTLE preoccupied!"

"Babe." Seokjin exhales, rubbing his face with both hands.

Minsun inhales deeply, seeming ready to explode as you dart your way forward. "O-kay," you say, sliding both arms around her waist. Minsun frowns at this, although she lets you pull her back. "What's going on?" you say. "What's, uh – what did Seokjin do?"

Seokjin rolls his eyes. "Why," he demands. "Do you all assume I did something wrong?"

"Because it's you," you say, glancing at Minsun. "You said something to get Minsun pissed off, clearly. Something about... fro-yo?" you offer, remembering what Minsun was yelling.

Seokjin grits his teeth. Whatever he was about to say is interrupted by Jimin sidling up beside you. "Here, Minsun." He bows, handing over her purse. "Your affects."