CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE, MINOR ANGST, FLUFF, & MENTIONS OF SEXUAL CONTENT
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For the next week, I avoided everyone in the apartment as much as possible. Yoongi had stopped by every day except for two days when he'd had to spend the night in Seoul for work. I kept myself busy, always having an excuse ready to whip out whenever someone asked me why I was being so distant. In all honesty, I didn't know why I was being distant from everyone; maybe it was because I was scared about my relationships. Or simply because I was doubting my ability to trust everyone.
I sat quietly out on the bench on the balcony, enjoying the evening breeze that flowed through. The sun was just beginning to set, the sky slowly turning a light pinkish-orange as the bright yellow orb sunk lower and lower with each passing second. Nari lay sprawled out on more than half the bench beside me, her head resting comfortably on my lap as she dozed in the early evening light.
Scrolling mindlessly through my phone, I adjusted the AirPod in my left ear, clicking on a somewhat depressing song to match my mood. I hesitantly opened my messages before opening my chat with Kiana.
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐮👱🏻♀️
YUMIN
hey
KIANA
shit, hii
KIANA
it's been a fat minute
since the last time u
texted
YUMIN
yeah...
KIANA
what's wrong?
KIANA
needa get sum things
off ur chest?
YUMIN
yes, I do
KIANA
well, I'm always here
to listen
YUMIN
thanks🥺
YUMIN
I haven't even told my
Mom or Freya yet
KIANA
aw I feel special now🥺
YUMIN
🙂
YUMIN
well, buckle up
YUMIN
cuz this might take a while
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It took me roughly half an hour to fully explain everything that'd happened within the past month. I kept freezing up, not sure how to word my sentences, and re-reading my messages three times over before sending them to Kiana. She'd seemed worried about me in the beginning, but the more I explained, the more upset she grew.
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐮👱🏻♀️
KIANA
turn ur damn snap maps on
so I can come pick ur ass up
KIANA
NOW
YUMIN
no
YUMIN
I don't see why staying with
u would be any better than
staying here
KIANA
istg Korea has made you so
stupid
YUMIN
wtf did I do??😡
KIANA
Yura knows u live with Jimin,
Jungkook and Taehyung
KIANA
If he knows u live there, he
probably knows where Yoongi lives
KIANA
IK where Yoongi lives
YUMIN
creepy...
KIANA
not the point😡
KIANA
the point is, living with me
is a lot SAFER than living with those
3
KIANA
or even living with Yoongi
KIANA
and this whole polygamy thing is
just putting you in a new and stressful
position that you don't need rn
KIANA
Ik Yura didn't show you any affection
after you two moved to Korea, but
looking for affection in multiple
different guys at ONCE isn't going to
make up for that
KIANA
I'm serious, Yumin
KIANA
Get ur ass out of there, and leave them
YUMIN
I can't...
YUMIN
I can't leave them...not now
KIANA
Why not?
YUMIN
What if Yura comes back?
KIANA
They're grown-ass men
KIANA
and by the sound of it, they
can take care of themselves
pretty fine without you
YUMIN
...
KIANA
wait😰
KIANA
I didn't mean it like that
YUMIN
uh huh...
YUMIN
Kiana ik I'm not the smartest
person in the world
YUMIN
but I can take care of myself
YUMIN
I'm not leaving...
YUMIN
whether they want me in their
lives rn is up to them
KIANA
Yumi, I didn't mean it like
that
KIANA
I promise!!
KIANA
Yumin?
KIANA
JANG YUMIN-AH!??
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Between stress and the steaming hot shower I'd taken only minutes ago, I was drained. I sat in the darkness of my bedroom, feet planted on the floor at the edge of my bed. I could feel the cold of the hardwood seeping through my socks, sending a chill running up my legs. I kept my gaze on the floor, hoodie obscuring my peripheral vision. The silence of the room made my head spin, body numb to any feeling besides pain. My gaze moved slowly from the floor to my suitcase, neatly packed, and zipped up in the corner of the room.
You could just leave, I thought to myself. Grab your things while everyone's sleeping and just leave. Go home.
"Where even is home?" I muttered, pressing my hands against my face.
If you leave, you have nobody.
I sighed heavily, feeling a few tears slip down my cheeks, soaking the front of my sweats. My body began to tremble as I forced my emotions farther down, refusing to let anything out. Breathing slowly, I lowered my head to my knees, folding my arms against my stomach.
The door to the bedroom swung open, Jimin walking in casually. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, kicking the door shut behind him. As he threw his shirt over on his bed, his eyes met mine, the heat rising in both of our faces. Running a hand threw his hair, he paused in the middle of the room, his eyes scanning over me.
"Hi," he murmured.
"Hi," I nodded slowly, lifting myself. I kept my arms wrapped securely around my middle, averting my gaze to the floor. My brain felt utterly useless; I was afraid if I spoke, I'd either end up in tears or saying something completely incomprehensible.
"Are you...okay, Yumin? You haven't spoken to us in almost a week."
"I realize."
"Are you mad at us?"
I shook my head, staring at the floor intently. Jimin shuffled over towards me, crouching down and placing his hands on his knees to balance himself. "You're mad," he deadpanned.
"No, I'm not mad."
"Then what? Because you ignoring us every chance you get and refusing to be in the same room with us means something's wrong."
I stayed quiet, not exactly sure how to respond. I didn't feel comfortable confiding in anyone at the moment. Jimin's hands roamed up my thighs as he slowly leaned forward. I glared at him, not uttering a word. Jimin furrowed his brow, blinking leisurely. "I can sit here for a while, Yumin. Either tell me what's wrong, or I'm not moving."
I flared my nostrils angrily. "Fine," I growled, moving his hands off of my legs. "I'm not mad at you. I'm just upset at everything. Yura, not having a home of my own, dealing with Taehyung, dealing with you. Even Yoongi. I don't know how to handle all of this, and it's stressing me the fuck out!"
Jimin visibly softened, his fingers gently working at the bed covers at my sides. "So, you're just overwhelmed."
I shrugged. "Pretty much."
Jimin nodded slowly, pressing a gentle kiss along my temple and down the side of my face. I pushed him off of me, my hands hovering against his chest.
"What did I just say? Even dealing with you is stressing me out."
"That's why I'm trying to calm you down," he mumbled, continuing to kiss along the side of my face.
"Trying to turn me on isn't a good way to calm me down, Park," I muttered, pulling my face away.
Jimin sighed, reaching up to hold my chin in his hand. "You trust me, right?"
"A little."
"Why just a little?"
"Because I have trust issues," I sighed. "You could just as easily become two-faced like Yura, and if I'm not careful..." I trailed off, feeling a sob collect in the back of my throat.
Jimin watched me carefully, his thumb absently stroking my jaw. After a moment, he softly asked, "Do you want me in your life?"
My eyes widened in shock as I slowly collected words in my mind to reply. "Yes. You haven't given me a reason to not want you-"
"Then give me a chance. Don't push me away yet without a reason. I know you've been hurt before, but I'm not Yura. Not every person you meet is going to end up like him."
"I know. I know. It's just...it's hard to trust someone new after having to put up with someone's bullshit for so long."
Jimin nodded, his expression calm and collected. He didn't move, only watched as I collected my composure until I deemed myself fit to speak. "I'm sorry I haven't been good at...communicating with you, Jimin."
Jimin smiled softly, leaning forward to press a kiss against my lips. "We learn from our mistakes. And the more we learn, the more willing we are to new things."
I chuckled softly, reaching up to run my hand along Jimin's. I held it in place, slowly growing more comfortable to his touch and his presence. His words sunk deeper into my mind, finding their place amongst my muddled thoughts and sending a warm feeling along my bones.
"Can we pretend like I didn't just ignore you for the past week?" I mumbled shyly, feeling stupid for acting so childish instead of simply talking it out.
Jimin chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss against my lips. I reached up to grab his face, pulling him closer. His knees slid over the edge of the bed, his hips lowering until he was straddling me. I laughed against the kiss, pulling away to look at him.
"I'm pretty sure this is supposed to be the other way around," he grinned.
I nodded, gently pushing him over so that I could slip out from beneath him. Before I could gain steady footing on the floor, Jimin pulled me back, flipping me around so that my legs wrapped around his small frame. Our faces were only inches apart, his breath warm on my face.
"This is one way to get to know each other," I commented nervously, feeling his hands grip my waist.
"Yeah..but maybe we should hold off for a bit."
I tilted my head, glaring at him. "You say that now, and yet you still proposed we try Are You Nervous? after only being together for a few hours."
"I didn't hear you complaining," Jimin remarked, his tone laced with sarcasm.
I pushed against his chest playfully, slowly feeling myself grow less stressed, no longer worrying myself by thinking of everything negative. I felt caught up in the moment, almost as if time had slowed down and it was just me and Jimin. I could gradually feel my heartbeat growing faster, its thunderous thumps filling my ears and skull, like bass drums.
You're too trusting sometimes, I told myself.
"Maybe being too trusting can sometimes be a good thing," I murmured to myself. Jimin tilted his head, peering up at me with a frown tugging at his lips.
"Huh?"
I shook my head, pulling his face closer until our lips brushed. But, I didn't kiss him. Instead, I whispered, "Thank you," my gaze traveling over him leisurely. The corners of Jimin's eyes crinkled as he smiled up at me, his arms tightening around my waist as he kissed me passionately. I held onto to him soundly, my hands slipping around his neck and head to thread my fingers through his hair.
This is what I'd been longing to feel for so long, but had been too scared to ask for. The moment I met Jimin, I'd wanted nothing but for that man to be in my life; the same had gone for Yoongi. But, by gradually growing more comfortable around them, I had gained their affection.
And their hearts.
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Taehyung watched me silently from across the living room, a small smirk playing at his lips. His fingers slid teasingly over the set of Uno cards in his hand, his fingers lingering over the corners of each to make it seem like he was choosing that card before moving on to the next.
"Will you go already, Kim!" I snapped, growing impatient.
Taehyung chuckled softly, pulling out a red card and flicking it onto the deck. Jungkook rolled his eyes at his hyung's choice in a card, reaching over the middle deck to pull another from the other. Satisfied with his fortune, he placed the card neatly on the deck, sitting back with a smirk.
"Two more cards left, suckers," he grinned, leaning back against the main couch. "Then, you're all in for an ass-whooping."
"If that's what the prize it, I forfeit," I snorted, slowly lowering my set of cards.
"Aye, aye, he's only joking," Jimin chuckled, lifting my set of five cards so that the others couldn't see. He readjusted his head on my thigh, flicking through his set of eight cards, carefully tucking the +4s deep within.
"Jimin," Taehyung drawled. "You know she can see your cards right?"
Jimin nodded, glancing up at my set of cards as I put down a red. He quickly threw in one of his two +4s, making Taehyung growl in playful frustration. I simpered lightly, flipping through my set of cards to figure out the best card to play next time around. Unconsciously, one hand slid down over Jimin's head, gently beginning to tug at his black hair. He looked up at me, a small smile playing at his lips as he laid his cards out on the carpet and reached around my leg to tuck his hand beneath his head. I continued smiling to myself, gently trailing a finger down his jaw and neck. I risked a glance out of the corner of my eye to find Jimin amply lying against my leg, his eyes shut as he let my fingers drag lazily across his face.
I chuckled warmly, letting my hand hang across his chest and arm, keeping him close to me. When I glanced up, I found Jungkook and Taehyung watching us out of the corner of their eyes. I looked away from them, focusing my attention on the deck of cards gradually getting taller in the center of the floor. Taehyung flicked a yellow in the deck, staring, flustered, at his new hand of ten cards.
"I swear if I lose to a rookie..."
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Having not played Uno in 12 years doesn't make me a rookie. I'm just slow at remembering the rules."
"And yet you're sitting there with a hand of four while I have ten."
I laughed, Jungkook throwing in another card, leaving him with one card. "Unooo," he trilled, leaning his head back against the couch with his eyes shut blissfully.
I growled in the back of my throat, biting on my lower lip as I threw in a skip card. Jimin didn't even notice, calmly resting on the floor as he dozed in the warmth of the apartment. Taehyung quickly threw in a skip card, Jungkook smacking him across the arm. I laughed triumphantly, throwing in another card and calling out, "Uno." Jungkook eyed me up and down, gripping his final card tightly in his hands. Jimin lazily picked a card and put it atop the deck, shutting his eyes again and threading his fingers through mine. He gently rubbed the pad of his thumb around my wrist, leaning his head back so that it pressed against my abdomen. I straightened my posture, both to make him more comfortable and because I was getting fidgety, waiting for Taehyung to lay a card down. When he finally chose, Jungkook smiled slyly, casually lowering his final card towards the deck before flipping it over. He let it slip on top of the deck, a smug grin playing at his lips.
"I win."
I scrunched my nose at him with a chuckle, flicking my final card towards the deck with a sigh. "Yeah, yeah, you win, I lose."
Jungkook grinned, helping Taehyung gather up all the cards and put them back in their box. When he sat back, he let out an amused huff. "As the winner of tonight's game," he spoke loudly, "I think I deserve a prize."
"What prize? Giving us all an ass-whooping?" Taehyung grumbled, leaning on the younger's shoulders.
"I can do that anytime I want, Tae."
"Not with me, you can't!" I snapped, narrowing my eyes at him.
Jungkook looked over at me cooly, trailing his tongue over his bottom lip. "We'll see about that, baby girl."
I growled at him, feeling Jimin's hold on my hand tighten. "Can never control your hormones, can you Kook?"
"I'm afraid I can't Jimin, hyung. That's why I'm proposing this as my victory prize..." He paused dramatically for emphasis, getting everyone to make eye contact with him before finishing. "Losers give the winner head."
"I mean you could've just asked, " Jimin chuckled, rolling over on his back. My gaze traveled over his slim form, pausing briefly near his crotch. Through his sweatpants, I could see his cock grow stiff against his leg. I quickly averted my gaze, yet still leaving my hand against his chest.
"Sounds like Jimin is going first," Taehyung joked, rolling his eyes and resting his head on Jungkook's shoulder.
Jungkook glanced over at me, shrugging languidly before asking, "So, what about you?"
"I really don't have an appetite for limp noodle tonight, thank you," I mumbled sarcastically, looking away.
"It won't be limp after we get started," Jungkook chuckled, leaning back against Taehyung's chest.
"NO," I huffed. "Maybe if you were more of a gentleman, but you're not so-"
"Yumin," Jimin warned, glaring up at me. I quickly shut my mouth, averting my gaze to the floor.
Jungkook sighed, slowly pushing himself to his feet and walking over to prod Jimin's ribcage with his foot. "Up," he ordered. "Your bedroom."
"Why my bedroom?" Jimin complained, shutting his eyes sleepily.
"Because I haven't folded laundry, and I don't want to get the clothes dirty again."
Jimin rolled his eyes, releasing my hand and slowly standing up. He wrapped his arms limply around Jungkook's neck, bringing the younger closer and kissing him sloppily. "So, who's topping?"
"We can rotate," Jungkook chuckled, grabbing onto Jimin's hips and kissing him back.
I pushed myself to my feet, walking over to Taehyung and wrapping his arms around his waist. "Gross," I chuckled. "Go fuck in your room instead of eye-fucking each other in front of us."
Jungkook and Jimin chuckled, hurriedly stumbling into the back bedroom, clinging to each other greedily.
"And don't go anywhere near my stuff!" I shouted after them.
Taehyung chuckled warmly, stooping down to nuzzle his face against mine. "I guess it's just us," he murmured deeply, his tone playfully inviting. "And, it's still early."
"11 pm is early for you?" I laughed, reaching up to wrap my arms around his neck. "If you guys hadn't invited me out here to play games, I would've crashed around nine."
Taehyung smiled, softly pressing a teasing kiss against my nose. "You wanna go back to my room?"
"Not when you're giving me bedroom eyes."
"I'm not giving you bedroom eyes. That's just the way my eyes are."
"I'm well aware," I chortled, pressing a soft kiss against his lips. Taehyung moaned softly, pulling me closer. I felt his tongue slip past my lips, cautiously exploring the inside of my mouth. I tittered lightly, enjoying his playfulness, yet still slightly wary. I pushed him off of me, sweeping my hair away from my forehead.
"Calm yourself, Kim," I scolded.
"That's a hard thing to do when I have three sexy roommates." He reached out and gently tugged on my hand, pulling me closer to him. I tucked my fingers in the waistband of his shorts, keeping him at a foot's distance. Beneath my touch, I could feel his breathing grow quickly. I rolled my eyes to myself, gently shoving against his chest.
"Go to your room, fix your problem, and then I'll come in with you. I'm not going to be in the same room with you panting down my neck the entire time."
"Why don't you help me fix my problem?" he pondered, teasingly moving my hand lower down his front.
I snatched my hand away, smacking him across the arm and pointing towards his room. "Go."
Taehyung rolled his eyes, walking away unwillingly. "Fine, eomma."
I blew air through my nose, smirking after him as Taehyung went into his room and shut the door behind him. Jimin, Jungkook, and Taehyung weren't the best roommates in the world, but at least they made my life a lot more tolerable. I smiled to myself, running my hands through my hair slowly.
"Maybe being too trusting can be a good thing sometimes."
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None of my testing periods are working!! They're all malfunctioning and my teachers expect us to complete them by NOON!! How TF- 💀
I swear, I'll drop out of school and become a stripper. Online school is so much harder than physical classes and it's not cute. 🤡