No Strings

(EXTRA) Part 11

Accepting this, Minsun tries not to scowl. "Thanks," she tells Jimin, still seeming miffed in the process.

Her gaze moves to Seokjin, hurt and confused – this is enough that you frown, glancing between them. This seems like more than Minsun being drunk and hot-tempered.

"Seriously," you ask, glancing between them. "What the hell is going on?"

"Seokjin is an ass." Minsun pouts. "That's the short story."

Jimin turns his laugh hastily into a cough. "Sorry, man," he shrugs. "That was funny."

Seokjin stares blankly at him. "Thanks."

"Anytime."

Minsun's lips tug down at the corners. "I was coming out of the bathroom earlier and decided I wanted to get fro-yo. So, I reach into Seokjin's pocket for his wallet –"

"Which I objected to," Seokjin says.

"– I reach into Seokjin's pocket for his wallet and he slaps my hand away!" Minsun nearly knocks Hoseok's drink over for a second time with her gesticulation. "And then," she says, lower lip trembling, "he said to me... that if I wanted frozen food, I needed to buy it myself!"

You and Jimin both gasp in tandem.

"You..." Jimin stares. "You really said that to her, man?"

Seokjin glances around the circle, finding no comfort. "I..." He hesitates, shaking his head. "No, no – it wasn't like that. I just... I don't want Minsun going into my pants. That's all."

Now, you are the one staring. "Uh..." You wrinkle your brow. "Then, what were you two doing on the couch the other day? Did she drop a peanut in your crotch or something?"

"I just wanna eat drunk fro-yo," Minsun huffs. "But my boyfriend is out here, calling me fat."

Seokjin's eyes bug out. "I – what?!" he yelps. "No! I never said that!"

Minsun swallows. "Just..." She exhales, burying her face in her hands. "Leave it. I don't want to talk to you right now."

"No, no, no." Seokjin groans, moving quickly to wrap both arms around her. "You've got it all wrong, baby," he sighs.

It is like watching a train wreck. You know you should look away, but find you cannot. When Jimin holds out your drink, you take a long sip.

"Ten bucks," he whispers. Jimin's arms slides around your waist, his lips brushing your ear. "Ten bucks Seokjin has a present for her in his back pocket, or something."

Stifling a grin, you nod. Seokjin would never be rude to Minsun without good reason. You know this about him, even if you give Seokjin shit for it occasionally. He is whipped as hell for your roommate.

As though to prove this point, Seokjin squeezes Minsun tighter. "That's not – I mean, well," he exhales, closing his eyes. "Fuck."

Minsun pulls back to look at him. "Well, what?" she demands. "What is it?"

"I think you're perfect!" Seokjin winces at Minsun's clear look of outrage. " You can be big, small, whatever you want – you know, so long as you're comfortable with your body and not unhealthy, or whatever, you can do whatever you want and I –"

"Dude." Jimin coughs, drawing a finger across his throat.

"What are you even talking about?" Minsun gapes.

"You can't go into my pocket!" Seokjin blurts.

Minsun blinks in surprise. "I don't... I don't even know how to respond to that."