Drooling.
You were almost drooling all over over the familiar men. You've met two of them already, but the third one you've only heard of and seen. Yoongi, Taehyung and probably Namjoon. They're an odd yet beautiful specimen.
"Y/N." Yoongi growled out your name, a huff escaping his lips afterwords. He looked incredible with that fluffy, messy, striking pink hair of his and that white, over-sized T-shirt that showed off his hot collarbone. With a pair of black shorts and his adorable bunny slippers, he looks like he just woke up from his graceful sleep. He looks so small and adorable, yet he's worse than an angry bull.
You don't reply to him, because you're stuck. Your brain has stopped working and you feel like you're turning into a statue the more you stare at them. Your eyes land on the man with purple hair who's name you presume is to be Namjoon. He's smiling sweetly, his adorable dimples showing off only to make you melt even more. "Hi." He greets you gently, unlike the other two men.
"Yah, Y/N!" You hear from behind the three males, Jungkook's voice barely even heard by you since you're so hypnotized. "Guys, let her in. She's having a tour." The ebony-haired man walked behind Taehyung, staring at you with his adorable doe eyes over his friend's shoulder.
With a roll of the brown-haired man's eyes, he steps aside and makes space for you to enter the dorm. Jungkook steps aside too, standing beside Namjoon. And when they step aside, all you see is the pure haven that's waiting for you. Hesitantly, you take a few steps forward like a shy, little gazelle that's being attracted to hunters.
The four guys at the door stare you down, penetrating gazes fixed on your eyes and you can feel the extreme tension and pressure. When you pass them and enter inside the dorm, what you see are even more stares. Many pairs and sets of eyes look at you with either curiosity, excitement, carelessness or... Lust. Some bite their lips seductively, some flex their muscles and some simply keep their teeth gritted as they try to hold back from you.
They scare you, yet they're fascinating. Some of them are topless, changing or just deciding to stay like that. Others are already changed, or they're taking their armour off. They're all silent, observing you and considering you with their twinkling eyes.
The dorms are gigantic and nicely decorated, but still quite crowded. You snapped your head in the direction of a whistle that was directed to you, coming from one of the guards that was staring at you like you were a piece of perfectly cooked meat. You gulped, slowly breaking the eye contact with the man. An excited yet scared whimper leaves your throat as you bump into a bare chest, belonging to another gorgeous male.
With striking, hazel eyes and dark hair slightly split at the front, soft-looking plump lips along with a perfect jawline and a perfect body. He's holding a black t-shirt in his hands, barely paying attention to you as he puts the clothing piece on. Once he put his top on, he moved past you and didn't say a word. You slightly turned around, checking out his backside. The tight black jeans showed off his hips and his butt really well.
You turn back around, just in time to see Jimin getting pushed and pinned against a wall harshly by a dude. The man was big and slightly buff, with tattoos that made him stand out. He had light brown hair that completely covered his eyes, making him look tough and mysterious. The only thing he was wearing were a pair of black ripped jeans. You had no idea why every man in this dorm looked so flawless and attractive. It made you feel insecure and intimidated, but you loved it at the same time.
''Disobeying a prince?'' Jimin spoke calmly, his gaze remaining fixed on the brown-haired male. He cocked his head to the side, his blonde hair moving along with his head movements satisfyingly. You had to admit that his hair looked incredibly hypnotizing, the way it fell on his face so nicely, looking so voluminous and shiny. It was a true blessing for you.
''Prince? What i see is a frog.'' The man answered back, deep and rough voice spilling from his guts. He inched his face closer to Jimin's, a tiny smirk appearing on his face. ''You and your stupid metal earrings that are shaped as a cross. You aren't even religious.'' He scolded the shorter man, before finally deciding to take a few steps back from him.
''You really want to challenge me, don't you Minwoo?'' The blonde male crossed his arms and stood with his back stuck on the wall, deciding not to move. He raised an eyebrow, watching them man warily just in case he might try something again. He didn't want to end up getting harassed by this awful guard, so he kept a good eye on him.
''Go ahead,'' Minwoo growled out, his tongue glancing out to wet his bottom lip. ''I like challenges. Why don't we have a little fight? Or are you too scared?'' He chuckled, crossing his muscular arms over his chest as he stood attentively in front of the royal man. ''Let's do it like this,'' He paused, glancing at you for a moment before looking back at the blonde. ''We fight and the winner gets that lovely chick over there. I heard she doesn't even wanna go with you, so have to rescue her don't i?''
You take a step back with wide eyes, even though you're not even close to them. You're shocked, flattered and angered. This arrogant dude wants to fight with the prince and then steal you away? As much as you'd love that, he might get his head cut off sooner or later. Although you doubt that Jimin could win this fight as he is a short, jamless man that's too flirty and cheesy. Not only that, but he's going to go against a much taller and fitter man. One that peaks your interest quite a bit, despite the rude attitude.
''Well, if you really wish.'' The prince stepped forward, his thick lips shaping a calm smile, indicating that he really isn't bothered by 'a small challenge'. ''But i'll make it fairer for you.'' He murmured, his smile growing bigger. He held up his hands, showing his palms to Minwoo who was getting even more confused. Everyone was watching silently as Jimin's hands slowly moved to stay behind his back. ''Just because i feel kind.'' He grinned, his tone becoming slightly quieter as his deep eyes remained fixed on the strong-looking man.
Minwoo snickered, glancing back at a group of men behind him in disbelief. ''Seriously?'' He laughed, mouth wide open as he tilted his head back, amused by the little prince. He looked back at the shorter male with a wicked smile on his face, giggling and chuckling uncontrollably at his stupidity. ''You're going to fight with no hands? No arms, nothing except legs?''
As a reply in return to his question, Jimin simply nodded in confirmation. ''Less chatter.'' He simply said, standing still and waiting patiently with his hands clasped behind his back. ''So let's start, shall we?'' You never got why he seemed to be so calm. You've never felt so disappointed and humiliated in your whole life. He's wanting to fight a bigger man without using his hands, and he's doing it all for you.
He's so going to lose.
Without any other words, Minwoo positioned himself with his hands forming into tight fists, forming a threatening position. He stood like that for a few moments, waiting for a signal from the blonde man. ''I'll go first, princy.'' Said the light-brown-headed male with a smirk before aiming for a good strike across his face. Jimin immediately moved out of the way of the powerful fist, causing Minwoo to slightly stumble forward and punch the air instead. Confused only for a few, mere seconds, he turns around only to see the prince standing still again, as if waiting for more.
He aims for another few good punches at the light-haired royal, trying his best to take at least one hit. But the majesty dodges them flawlessly, all just by moving from side to side. One punch to the left and Jimin moves to the right, managing to escape the fist. Another punch to the right and he moves on the left, escaping without any problems. But what takes the bigger guy by surprise is the blonde's sudden foot that quickly moves to his stomach, pushing Minwoo back with great force.
The tactic works just fine, making the big man back off. He's trying not to think about the pain in his tummy now, having his gaze locked on the skillfully dangerous prince. The corners of his lips turn down, making the male with hidden eyes look deadly serious and annoyed. Without any warning, he bolts towards the calm-looking, masculine human with ash blonde hair, attempting to charge into him.
But right at that moment, Jimin slightly bends down at runs towards him too, his head hitting the exact same spot on the bigger guy's stomach where his foot has hit moments ago. It was such a sudden and weird move, but it was quite effective. Letting out a painful moan, Minwoo angrily retreats momentarily, backing away with his arms wrapped around his waist and stomach. He hisses like an angry cat, bending his back down just a tad.
And unfortunately for him, the royal man takes advantage of his position. As the brown-headed boy backs away with his head hug low, Jimin simply walks towards him with fast steps. Still having his arms clasped behind his back and with a totally emotionless-looking expression on his face, he simply manages to knee the dude in the face. But it wasn't an easy hit- nonono.
With all of his power and strength, the hard knee that was covered by the thin material of his jeans hit Minwoo's nose so damn hard that it caused the poor guy to let out a short cry. No sympathy, no emotion, no mercy. Who knew that such a flirty little frog could turn out to be so cold-hearted towards other people? He simply watched as the poor man backed away until his back hit a wall, slowly sliding down to the ground with a bleeding nose.
''Oopsy,'' Jimin fake-gasped, his eyes growing adorably huge just like a little puppy's, and his mouth slightly wide. ''My knee slipped...'' Then he pouted, battering his eyelashes innocently like a sweet, little angel that was sent down from haven to earth. And all you could do was to stare at him with your mouth hanging wide open.
''No sh*t Sherlock!'' Yoongi exclaimed in the background in a rough tone, causing the other men in this room to start laughing. The prince laughed too like a lil' mochi, covering his mouth with one of his hands- amused yet shocked by the inappropriate use of language that came from one of his good guards. And you were the only one that simply remained still, trying to proccess the whole situation. In less than two minutes, this jamless little pet managed to win a fight against a much bigger dude.
He's smart and dominant. And you're starting to get a liking to that.
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<A/N>
Here is another chapter for you guys c:
Have fun and i hope you enjoy. I'm so sorry if it's a bit boring and vague- or if something feels like it's missing. Anyway i'll always go back to edit these chapters, especially since i improved a tiny bit. I had a look back at the last few chapters, and i feel a bit unhappy with them. Some chapters aren't even structured properly so i will definetly go and fix that when i get the time to. c:
~Love you all! <3