CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT, STRONG LANGUAGE, MINOR FLUFF & CRACK HUMOR
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Jimin kept his arms fastened around my waist, holding me close to his body. Almost every few seconds, Nari jerked me forward on her leash, eager to sniff every inch of the clothing store. With a chuckle, I pulled her back to my side, calmly scolding her for the hundredth time. Jimin chortled deep in the back of his throat, his hand slipping down my arm to grasp my hand firmly.
"Don't you think you're pushing it?" I whispered, slowly following after Yoongi and Jungkook. Taehyung kept to my left, Yeontan padding happily at his feet. I listened as Jimin clicked his tongue in thought.
"Maybe. But, with our masks and hoods, I don't think anyone will recognize us. We should be safe."
Taehyung scoffed. "Say that to the teenage girls that keep eyeing the fuck out of us. I feel like they're going to pounce on me any minute."
"That's because they know a sexy man when they see one," Jimin chuckled, resting his head atop mine. I folded my arms over Jimin's, gently resting my head back against his shoulder. He pressed his chin down on my forehead, peering down at me with soft eyes. As his head slid to my shoulder, I shivered.
"Are you cold?" he mumbled, waddling towards a clothes rack. He extended his arm, flipping through several sweatshirts before pulling out a black and blue checkered hoodie.
"No," I chortled, "Your stubble is growing in."
He chuckled deep in the back of his throat, pressing a kiss against my neck before dragging his chin along my collar. I squeaked playfully, pushing out of his grasp with a grin. Nari yipped in surprise, a store employee side-eyeing us before stepping up to another customer. "Keep your fuzziness away from me." Jimin smiled, pulling me back against him. Taehyung stepped up beside us, holding a dark grey button-up shirt against my chest.
"Mmmh," he mumbled, pulling it against his chest and examining the shirt. "Maybe." Yeontan stood tall on his hind legs, dancing about his owner's feet with his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth.
"Can we fucking go!?" Yoongi hissed, waddling up with his hands shoved into his hoodie pocket. "I hate it here."
"We all do," Jungkook grumbled, resting his head against Yoongi's shoulder.
Taehyung glared at the pair before picking up a pile of clothes and wandering to the counter. I followed after him, Nari in tow, Jimin keeping close to my side as we passed a group of young teenage girls. Jungkook and Yoongi brought up the rear, the older brunet pulling his wallet out of his pocket and handing Taehyung a hundred dollars. It took a couple of minutes to ring up and bag all the clothes we had picked out before we exited the store and made our way to our cars.
"You're riding with me?" Jimin pondered, hooking his arm around my waist. I nodded, wrapping my arms around his torso; Nari tried circling our legs for a few seconds before quietly padding back to my side. Taehyung walked past us with Jungkook and Yeontan in tow, carrying several bags back to the Bentley.
"I'll meet you guys back at the apartment in about an hour," Yoongi yawned. "I wanna pick something up first."
"We can go with you," I murmured, feeling tired as the sun slowly rose to its highest point. Yoongi shook his head, pressing a kiss against Jimin's and my cheek. He jogged across the parking lot, hair flopping limply against his head. I watched him go with a smile, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.
"C'mon," Jimin chuckled, turning me around and herding me towards his truck. "I want food."
Jungkook stepped back out onto the sidewalk, running a hand over his mask. He stopped in front of me, his gaze dark and hooded and he took a step closer. "I wanna talk to you when we get home," he muttered, glancing towards the driver's side of the truck at Jimin. The brunet was busy rummaging around in his pockets for his keys, gaze focused down. Jungkook drug his gaze back over me, making me narrow my eyes wearily.
"What if I don't wanna talk to you?" I growled, remembering Jimin's warning the previous night.
"If you want to be stubborn, be stubborn. But, if you want to talk like the adults we are..." He trailed off, shaking his head and stomping a few cars down to the Bentley. Before he got inside the passenger seat, he gave me one final glance from over the top of the car. I grew uncomfortable, rolling my eyes and hopping inside the passenger seat of Jimin's truck.
Maybe I should just talk to him, I thought. He hasn't done anything wrong.
"What'd he say to you?" Jimin's deep voice interrupted my thoughts, making me jump.
"He...said he wanted to t-talk to me when we got home."
"Are you going to talk to him?" Jimin's voice sounded weary, his eyes trailing over my form lazily.
"I at least want to hear him out." I sighed. "He hasn't done anything."
"Ok..." Jimin blew air through his nose, leaning forward to start the truck's engine. "Just don't let him pressure you-"
"I won't. D-Don't worry."
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Calmly, I folded up my new clothes, stuffing them into the small space Jimin had offered me in the bottom drawer of the dresser. Pushing myself to my feet, I arched my back, sighing at the relieving crack that sounded near my shoulder blades. A knock sounded at the door of the bedroom and I called out for that person to come in. Light footsteps stumbled up behind me as I stretched my arms above my head. A hand snaked around my waist, splaying out softly against my abdomen. When I looked down, my eyes widened as I took in the various tattoos lining the individual's long, bony fingers. Immediately, I knew who's hand it belonged to.
"Please, don't touch me, Kook," I warned, pulling his hand off of my stomach and turning to face him. Jungkook's eyes were calm and doe-like, pretty dark orbs on his smooth, pale face. He offered me a sweet smile, a small scar along his left cheek scrunching up below his eye. I kept my face emotionless, forcing myself to keep eye contact.
"Look, I'm sorry," he started. "I don't want anyone of you to be upset with me, so, can we pretend like you didn't...hear anything?"
I stayed silent for a moment, hooking my thumbs in the belt loops of my jeans. "Why should I just let it go? I heard what you said, Jungkook, and frankly, it kind of hurt to know you're only nice to me because of...that."
Jungkook nodded slowly, running a hand through his long, wavy hair. "I know. You're a nice person, and what I said really... Fuck, it sounded really bad, but I didn't mean it like that."
My gaze traveled up and down Jungkook's small form; his hands shoved into the pockets of his black shorts, pulling them down well below the waistband of his boxers. His black long sleeve T hung limply over his shoulders, wrists hidden beneath the end of the sleeves. His gaze was soft, teeth working nervously at the inside of his cheek.
With a sigh, I lowered my head irritably against the palm of my hand. He was like a child; pouty and curious, his dark eyes always searching. When I brought my gaze back up to meet his, I found he'd taken a step closer, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.
"Can you let it go? For me?" he murmured, his eyes widening childishly.
I rolled my eyes. "Call off the bet and apologize to your hyungs and maybe I can forgive you."
Jungkook flashed a toothy grin. "You don't wanna see who wins?"
"I do...but it's not really necessary for friends."
Jungkook leaned forward, lips pursed. "We're friends?"
I looked away, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. "I mean I don't hate you. And I'm pretty sure you don't want to kill me anymore... Right?" Cautiously, I lifted my gaze, waiting for Jungkook to answer.
"I don't hate you," he chuckled, slipping a finger under my chin. "I guess we could be friends."
"You make it sound like such a chore," I grumbled, pushing his hand away. Before I could pull my hand back to my side, Jungkook's fingers gripped my wrist, holding it in place.
"Under one condition," he breathed, leaning forward until our noses brushed. His breath was hot against my face, minty from the gum he'd bought while we were out. I felt a sudden urge to lean forward, my gaze traveling down the bridge of his nose until it rested upon his lips.
"You need chapstick," I muttered, feeling slightly dazed.
Jungkook chuckled, his gaze slipping down until they rested upon my lips. "I'd say you could use the same."
I smiled softly, trailing my tongue along my upper lip. Jungkook watched my movements quietly, a light red flaring up along the tips of his ears.
"What's your one condition?" I finally asked, speaking slightly above a murmur to hear myself over my heartbeat.
"You have to call me oppa," Jungkook chortled.
I rolled my eyes, pulling my wrist free from his grasp and stomping past him. "No way."
"Fine. But, that means that the bet still stands, and I take back my apology to you."
I spun around on my heel, brow furrowed angrily. "No!" I shouted. "The fuck!? You can't do that because I won't refer to you as my oppa!"
"Well, unless you want me to be mad at you..."
"No!" I whined. As I made my way towards him, I caught myself, my face scrunching up in disgust as I looked at him. "What the hell?"
Jungkook chuckled, walking up to me and hooking his arm around my waist. "Haha. You've fallen for my charm." He wiggled his fingers in front of my face as if he were casting a spell. "You must now refer to me as oppa."
"Fine, fine, fine," I grumbled, pushing him off of me. "But, the bet is off."
"Whatever you say, angel," Jungkook chuckled, walking past me. He wrapped his bony fingers around the doorknob, pausing before he pulled the door open.
"Thanks for not...blowing up at me," he grinned, the skin around his eyes crinkling against his smile. With that, he exited, leaving me alone in the artificially lit bedroom.
"I swear to god," I muttered, running my hands through my hair. "I'm going to die here."
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐬🔥
FREYA
aww
FREYA
why'd you change the
gc name??
YUMIN
because it was
scaring me
KIANA
glad I'm not
the only one
KIANA
why Americans
though?
YUMIN
we're American
aren't we?
KIANA
fair point
FREYA
so...Yumi
YUMIN
don't ever call
me that again
FREYA
so, horny ass bitch🥰
YUMIN
much better❤️
KIANA
out with it
Kim
FREYA
right
FREYA
what's up with
you and ur husband?
YUMIN
Yura was never
my husband...
KIANA
smh...not Yura
YUMIN
oh...
YUMIN
Yoongi and I are fine
FREYA
wait...
KIANA
😳
YUMIN
what...?
YUMIN
I was joking...we're
just dating
FREYA
well fuck😗
KIANA
we meant Jungkook,
but OKAY
YUMIN
Jungkook and I aren't
even fucking dating
YUMIN
wth!
KIANA
we all know
something's
gonna happen
FREYA
😏👅 💦
YUMIN
burn in heaven
FREYA
u know I'm right
YUMIN
🙄
KIANA
anything new with
you 2??
FREYA
yeah. spill the 🍵
YUMIN
fine
YUMIN
Koo and I made a bet
that whoever fell for
the other's charms would
be deemed more capable
of...
YUMIN
handling themselves...?
YUMIN
willpower...I guess
KIANA
well shit
FREYA
I bet that you're
gonna win
KIANA
WHAT? NO WAY
KIANA
I've seen Jungkook's
KIANA
and he's 🥵
YUMIN
hey!
FREYA
oh, don't get jealous
FREYA
ur not even dating (yet)
YUMIN
😑
FREYA
and Kiana, Yumin's
a fairly attractive girl
FREYA
dress sexy enough in
the apartment and he'll
be trying to corner u in
his bedroom in no time
YUMIN
I-
YUMIN
thanks...?
FREYA
you're welcome, babe🥰
KIANA
dressing sexy isn't going
to get Jungkook interested...
KIANA
unless he's weaker than I assume
KIANA
and yes, Yumin's pretty
(no homo Yumin)
YUMIN
👌🏾
KIANA
but being surrounded
by that many attractive guys?
KIANA
not even the straightest man
could hold himself together
FREYA
you've got a point,
but I'm still keeping
my bet on Yumin
YUMIN
I'm not a fucking
racehorse, guys
KIANA
ofc, cause ur gonna
be RIDING Jungkook
dumb-dumb
FREYA
🤠
YUMIN
burn💀
YUMIN
Koo and I are just
trying to be friends rn
YUMIN
just friends
KIANA
that's what u said
when u came to me
cause Yoongi made
a move on you
KIANA
and now ur dating
KIANA
AND YOU'VE FUCKED
FREYA
damn🤤
YUMIN
for fuck's sake🤦🏽
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭😏
JIMIN
Jungkook!?
JUNGKOOK
it wasn't me
JUNGKOOK
I swear
YOONGI
wasn't me
JIMIN
Tae?
TAEHYUNG
I'm needy
TAEHYUNG
leave me be
YOONGI
fuck's sake
JUNGKOOK
didn't you JUST
fuck me?
TAEHYUNG
and?
JUNGKOOK
☹️ok then
YOONGI
let me drink my smoothie
in PEACE
JIMIN
Jeon
JUNGKOOK
Park
JIMIN
u apologized to
Yumin?
JUNGKOOK
yep😊
JUNGKOOK
she took it better
than I thought
she would
JIMIN
she didn't get mad?
JUNGKOOK
not really
JUNGKOOK
but she made me
apologize to u guys
YOONGI
Ik you didn't
apologize to us
of ur own volition
TAEHYUNG
🤨 volition?
YOONGI
I-
YOONGI
nvm
JUNGKOOK
well, I AM sorry
JUNGKOOK
plus Yumin made
me call off the bet
JIMIN
thank god
JIMIN
that was the DUMBEST
thing you've ever
proposed
TAEHYUNG
HE PROPOSED TO
YUMIN!!??
YOONGI
I can't with you, Tae
JUNGKOOK
It wasn't dumb
JUNGKOOK
it was supposed to
prove who has stronger
willpower
JIMIN
the power to not
fuck or get fucked??
JUNGKOOK
exactly😁
JIMIN
🙄
TAEHYUNG
so are you guys
dating??
JUNGKOOK
no...?
TAEHYUNG
oh, cmon!?
TAEHYUNG
don't u want that ass?🤤
JIMIN
KIM TAEHYUNG!!
YOONGI
He's got a point
YOONGI
I'd hit again😏
JIMIN
HYUNG!!!
JUNGKOOK
😳
JUNGKOOK
we're just friends...
YOONGI
get an hour alone
with her
YOONGI
you won't be saying that
anymore
JIMIN
I swear-
JIMIN
weren't we just mad
at Koo for making
lude comments about
sleeping with Yumin?
JIMIN
set an example Yoongi!
TAEHYUNG
He's helping us take
the next big step🙂
YOONGI
😉
JUNGKOOK
jesus christ🤦🏻♂️
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Jungkook left his room, quietly chuckling under his breath. He loved his hyungs a lot, but sometimes they could be a little...much. He listened to Jimin and Yoongi argue playfully over something in the living room, their voices growing quieter as he made his way to the final bedroom. When he knocked lightly on the door, Nari's deep bark sounded from the other side of the door. A feminine voice spoke lowly from inside the bedroom, scolding the dog and immediately silencing her. The door to the bedroom creaked open, the small brunette poking her head out. Yumin's hair was in a messy bun atop her head, a small portion pulled back into a braid near her temple. She glared up at Jungkook irritably, her small lips pulled back into a frown.
"You always gotta interrupt me when I'm doing something," she snapped, pushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
"You weren't doing Jimin hyung yesterday, though," Jungkook chuckled, pushing his way into the bedroom.
Yumin watched him for a moment before padding behind him and sitting on her bed. Jungkook sat next to her, watching as the brunette went back to braiding her hair. Her fingers worked quickly at finishing her first braid. Once finished, she pulled her hair out of its bun, letting her waves cascade around her shoulders and over her face. Nari came up behind Yumin, gently nudging the back of her arm until she could rest beneath it.
"You look like a lion," Jungkook commented.
Yumin pushed her hair out of her face, glaring up at Jungkook. "Be quiet."
"Make me."
Yumin narrowed her eyes, slowly dragging her tongue along the back of her teeth. Jungkook's eyes traveled leisurely down to her lips, his eyebrows lifting mischievously. The brunet felt himself leaning closer to her face, his eyes flicking up to hers.
"If you get any closer, I'll strangle you with my bra," Yumin warned, reaching behind her to pick up a stringy, magenta laced bra.
Jungkook reached forward, hooking his finger in one of the straps before Yumin yanked it away.
"You're pressing your luck, Koo."
"I'm just being friendly."
"I thought we were just going to be friends?"
Jungkook shrugged, laying back against Yumin's bed. She watched him carefully before continuing to fix her hair for the night. "Friends get friendly sometimes," Jungkook mumbled, a smile tugging at his lips. "That's why they're called 'friends'."
Yumin glanced over at Jungkook with a smirk, rolling her eyes before tying her hair up. "You're such a dork."
"That's what gets people to fall for my charms."
"The bet's still off, so don't get too charming up in here."
Jungkook chuckled deep in the back of his throat; he watched as a tremor worked its way up Yumin's spine. She turned and watched him carefully, before pulling her legs up against her chest and facing him.
"Afraid you're gonna lose?" Jungkook prodded. "Don't think you have to willpower to ignore my sexiness?"
She cocked her head to the side, lips puckered in thought before she shook her head. "Not really. I just don't want to have to...let you down easy. I always feel bad when I reject someone."
Jungkook rolled his eyes, sitting up slowly. He reached out, running his hand along Yumin's cheek until his hand wrapped gently around her neck. Yumin kept eye contact, her brow furrowed questioningly. As she reached her hands up to wrap around his wrist, Jungkook's other hand slid over her knee, running down along her inner thigh teasingly. He slowly pushed out, leaning in between her legs and smirking down at her.
"Koo?" she murmured, looking him up and down.
"That's not what we agreed you'd call me," Jungkook chuckled, gently squeezing his fingers into her neck.
A small moan slipped past Yumin's lips as she tilted her head back to stare at him fully. "Oppa," she mumbled, gently tugging at his arm. "The bet's off."
"I think we should keep it going. Make this friendship...interesting."
Yumin blew a breath through her nose, reaching up and fisting a handful of Jungkook's hair in her hand. She tugged at it hard, eliciting an annoyed groan from the brunet.
"Fine," she huffed, finally pulling his hand off of her neck. "Wanna make things interesting? Bet's back on."
Jungkook grinned cheekily, catching his bottom lip between his teeth as he pushed himself to his feet. Yumin stared after him, gently rubbing the place where his fingers had gripped her neck as he made his way to the door. With one final glance back at the small girl, Jungkook offered her a wink, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway.
"Bet."
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I swear I have no taste when it comes to clothing or makeup style. I will forever rely on my gay BFF to help me look even remotely presentable, otherwise, I be walking out the house looking like a homeless person.😗💅🏽