CONTAINS MINOR SEXUAL CONTENT, HUMOR, FLUFF & MINOR ANGST
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I stared down at the brunet in my arms calmly, running a hand over his bare shoulder. Sleep refused to come for me; Jimin had promised not to leave, eventually falling asleep around midnight, but nothing made me feel safe enough to close my eyes. My back was stiff against the wall behind my bed as I watched the bedroom door warily, imagining Yura bursting through, huffing madly as he drug me out of the apartment.
It's all in your head, I told myself, shutting my eyes. He's not coming after you.
Jimin groaned in his sleep, his hold around my waist tightening protectively. I watched him numbly, drawing my nails over his back. His face softened as I lazily drew a circle along his shoulder blade, the brunet arching his back into my touch. I sighed heavily, feeling my head throb from all the hours of sleep I lost worrying about whether or not Yura would show up in the middle of the night.
Ping!
I jumped at the high-pitched sound of a new notification. Leaning over stiffly, I snatched my phone off the dresser, careful not to wake Jimin.
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐬🔥
KIANA
Yumin?
KIANA
Yumin, are you awake?
FREYA
It's literally 7 AM in Busan rn, leave her alone
KIANA
I can't. It's important.
KIANA
Yura showed up at Jimin's apartment
last night, but Yumin made me leave
before she got back inside.
FREYA
And you just LEFT her?
KIANA
Ik, Ik, I'm an idiot for leaving her😫
YUMIN
You're not an idiot, Kiana
YUMIN
I told you to leave because I didn't
want you involved.
YUMIN
And the possibility of Yura leaving and
following you home was too great a
possibility to risk.
KIANA
Yumin, are you sure you're okay?
FREYA
I swear I'll fly down to Busan rn and beat
his ass😠
YUMIN
I'm fine, just sleep deprived
YUMIN
And, there will be no ass beating today
FREYA
I'll still do it
KIANA
Did he come back?
YUMIN
No...not yet
FREYA
Not YET?
KIANA
He threatened to come back for her
KIANA
That's why I'm so worried!
YUMIN
My dad taught me how to shoot a gun
when I was 4...
YUMIN
I'll be fine
FREYA
Even if you do know how to
use a gun, you can still go to
jail for shooting Yura
FREYA
Even if it's for self-defense
YUMIN
I'll shoot him in the knee-cap;
won't kill him.
YUMIN
And, I'll get a short sentence with
the probability of parole🤷🏽♀️
KIANA
No. Shooting.
FREYA
What would your mom do if she heard
you talking like this?
YUMIN
She doesn't need to know Freya.
YUMIN
All she knows is that Yura and I aren't
together anymore
KIANA
She doesn't know about Jimin, Yoongi,
Tae, or Jungkook?
YUMIN
She doesn't need to be involved in my love life.
YUMIN
I love her, but she isn't the best when
it comes to me being independent
FREYA
She'd probably tell you that you're crazy
and that you're setting yourself up for 4x
the chance of heartbreak
YUMIN
Exactly.
YUMIN
I don't need that right now.
YUMIN
So, don't go telling her anything.
KIANA
I don't have her number?
FREYA
But, I do😊
FREYA
Even though she hates me😔
YUMIN
She doesn't HATE you
YUMIN
She's just iffy about you being my friend
FREYA
All I did was cut your hair when you were 12😩
KIANA
Bitch, you nearly gave her a perm
YUMIN
It took 5 years for my hair to grow
back to the length it was before
you cut it
FREYA
*snip snip*💇🏿
YUMIN
OMG NO!😫
YUMIN
You're triggering my PTSD!!!
KIANA
damn
FREYA
Such a cry baby
YUMIN
Oh, bitch!?
YUMIN
Let's take out your box braids and snip
a little of that fro of yours
KIANA
CUT IT, CUT IT
FREYA
NEVER🙆🏿😫
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IMESSAGE CHAT
𝐘𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬🥴
TAEHYUNG
Gather around bitches, because I've got some news
JUNGKOOK
Yoongi, Kiana, and Freya can just go
check out our Twitter
JUNGKOOK
I'm too lazy to send pics
FREYA
I wanna see pics🤤
KIANA
I don't think he was talking about THOSE
kinds of pics
JUNGKOOK
No, I wasn't
TAEHYUNG
Mochi, Meow Meow, Angel!
TAEHYUNG
Where are you?
KIANA
Meow Meow?
YOONGI
WHAT!?
YOONGI
Taehyung, why's there a pic of you and Koo
with flashy hair on my timeline?
YOONGI
You look like gummies.
FREYA
Flashy hair?
KIANA
OMG, you guys look so CUTE!
KIANA
You look really good as a blonde, Tae
TAEHYUNG
Thanks, doll🥰
JUNGKOOK
What about me?
FREYA
Red hair = hot
FREYA
Lookin' like a whole meal
JUNGKOOK
Thanks😅
YOONGI
I swear, Freya, you're something else
TAEHYUNG
She's like me😊
FREYA
Two great minds think alike
YUMIN
Why is there a pic of Tae and Koo sponsoring
McDonald's on my Twitter timeline?
YOONGI
I swear🤦🏻♂️
TAEHYUNG
We're not sponsoring McDonald's!!!
KIANA
Who even likes McDonald's?
FREYA
🖐🏿
TAEHYUNG
🖐🏻
JUNGKOOK
🖐🏻
YUMIN
Burn
KIANA
💀
TAEHYUNG
We dyed our hair last night for the hell of it.
JUNGKOOK
I don't like it
JUNGKOOK
It's too vibrant
TAEHYUNG
Koo, I know you prefer darker colors for your
hair, but it really pops on you😍
FREYA
Honestly
KIANA
You look fine, Jungkook
YOONGI
Everything looks good on you, Koo🙂
YUMIN
I wanna see for myself
JUNGKOOK
NO!
TAEHYUNG
Where's Jimin?
TAEHYUNG
I want him to see how sexy we look
YUMIN
Jimin's sleeping
YOONGI
Lucky bastard
FREYA
CUDDLE PARTY
YUMIN
More like suffocating party
YUMIN
He won't let go of me.
YUMIN
I can't breath 😩
TAEHYUNG
I'll come get you, angel :)
YOONGI
I'm going back to sleep
KIANA
Same😪
FREYA
Welp, that's my cue then.
FREYA
Annyeong👋🏿
JUNGKOOK
✌🏻
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I watched as Taehyung poked his head through the open door, a boxy smile adorning his face as he realized that I was indeed trapped in Jimin's hold. He pushed his way inside, leaving the door open as he shuffled quietly to my bedside, leaning over to peer down at the sleeping brunet.
"How long have you been stuck like this?" Taehyung mumbled, gently tugging at Jimin's arm. Jimin nuzzled closer to my side, his hold on my waist still tight.
"Seven hours?" I recalled, thinking back to when Jimin first fell asleep. "I've been awake for a while."
"You never went to sleep, did you?"
I shrugged, quickly thinking of a fib to make up for the fact that I was still terrified Yura would come back to hurt them. "I wanted to pull an all-nighter."
Taehyung watched me calmly, his newly blonde hair fluffed up atop his head. I offered him a quick smile, adjusting myself as my back began to ache again. Jimin sighed, his leg twitching slightly as his hold around my waist slackened just a bit. Taehyung reached out and grabbed his hyung's wrist, pulling it to his side gently. I pushed myself hesitantly to my knees, making sure Jimin hadn't woken up, before launching myself off the bed and onto the floor. I landed awkwardly, stumbling forward before straightening myself up with a triumphant grin. Taehyung chuckled softly, taking a step towards me to ruffle my hair.
"You're a weird kid," he mumbled, wrapping his arm around my waist. I stepped up beside him, reaching up to thread my fingers through his hair, gently tugging at it.
"You look good as a blonde. It's sexy."
"Sexy, is it?" Taehyung grinned, leaning down to press his lips against mine. I grinned into the kiss, taking a chance to ruffle his hair until it stood up at odd angles. Taehyung pulled away with a smile, shaking his head until his hair fell back into place. "C'mon," he tittered, grabbing my hand. Taehyung tugged me towards the bedroom door, his boxy smile growing wider as we stepped out into the sunlit hallway. I glanced out the floor-to-ceiling windows that ran alongside where our rooms were located, squinting as the blinding light of the sun shone into my eyes.
"Where are we going?" I muttered. Taehyung stopped at his and Jungkook's door, pressing his ear against it and motioning for me to stay quiet.
"Koo?" the blonde chirped, tapping on the door with his long fingers. "Baby, can I come in?"
"Yeah!" Jungkook called through the door. Taehyung wrapped his bony fingers around the doorknob, pulling me closer as he pushed the door open. Before I had a chance to register what was going on, Taehyung shoved me through the open door and shut it behind me.
"Tae!" I shouted, pulling on the doorknob. It didn't budge, the blonde holding it shut from outside. "Tae, what the fuck!?"
Shuffling sounded from behind me and I turned, finding Jungkook huddled against his side of the bed, his black hoodie pulled tightly over his head. He stared at me with wide eyes, his gaze flicking back-and-forth between me and the door. I groaned, yanking one last time on the door before padding over to Jungkook. I sat next to him, lying down on my back with a sigh.
"Why am I in here?" I questioned Jungkook, glaring up at him. Jungkook watched me nervously, blush flaring up along his cheeks. "What's the matter with you?"
"I'm s-self conscious," he muttered, tugging at the strings of his hoodie. "I don't want you to see my hair."
I sat up, wrapping my hands around his knees and pushing myself above him. "Let me see," I grinned. "I wanna see your hair."
"You saw my Tweet. I-It's the same thing."
"I wanna see it in person!" I whined, reaching out to pull Jungkook's hoodie off of his head. He grabbed my wrist before I could touch him, pushing it back towards me. I rolled my eyes, sitting back on my haunches as I peered up at him. "I'm not going to make fun of you," I told him, searching his face quietly. "I'm sure you look fine."
"I look like an Asian Ronald McDonald!" Jungkook snapped, drawing his hands over his head.
"Are you only saying that because I said you two looked like you were sponsoring McDonald's?"
Jungkook nodded, lowering his face from view. I leaned forward, pressing a kiss against the top of his clothed head. "I'm sorry," I murmured, nuzzling my head against his. "I was only joking. You looked really pretty."
"You're just saying that to get me to show you."
"Yes, but also because you really are pretty, and you look really, really cute with red hair." I balanced myself on my hands, fingers splayed out against Jungkook's stomach as I pressed another kiss on his cheek. Jungkook stared down at his bed, refusing to make eye contact as more of his face flared red. "C'mon, Kookie. Please?"
Jungkook sighed, reaching up to pull his hood off of his head. His fluffy, scarlet hair settled perfectly atop his head, making him appear like a red-dipped paintbrush. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as I realized how beautiful the man before me actually was. Hesitantly, I reached out to run my hands through Jungkook's hair, the red-head tilting his head back with a listless groan.
"You look so fucking gorgeous, Jungkook," I mumbled, grabbing his face in my hands. Jungkook peered up at me with his doe-like eyes, gaze soft as a small smile forced itself upon his pale face.
"N-No, I don't," he muttered, running a hand over his head. I smiled back at him, leaning down to press our lips together. Jungkook's hands reached out to grip my waist gently, pulling me between his legs. I continued to tousle Jungkook's hair as I kissed him, the red-haired boy grinning widely. As I pulled away, I couldn't help but laugh at how messy I'd made his hair; it stuck up at odd angles, making his head look twice as small beneath its mass.
"I told you I looked like Ronald McDonald," he smiled, patting his hair down.
"No, you don't. You look super frickin' cute and hot and red suits you well," I rambled, wrapping my arms around Jungkook's neck. He looked up at me softly, pulling me against him. I positioned my legs on the outside of his, pressing my knees against his hips.
"You really like my hair?" Jungkook muttered nervously, his cheeks flushing. I nodded, pressing my lips against his neck. I felt the red-head shudder as he tilted his head back against the headboard of his bed, his hands running up and down my sides gently. I continued to press soft kisses down along his neck and collar, a sleepy moan slipping past Jungkook's lips.
"You're not just saying that?" Jungkook mumbled. I lifted my head to look him in the eye, hesitantly running my hand over his head and tugging at his hair.
"Let's just say," I breathed slowly, nipping at the underside of Jungkook's jaw, "that I wouldn't mind pulling on your hair late at night."
Jungkook bit his lower lip, fingers digging into my hips as he shifted below me. He shut his eyes, chuckling lightly as I pressed my face against his shoulder. "Why would you be pulling at my hair, Yumin?" he teased. I laughed soundlessly against him, gently biting on to the lobe of his ear. I drew my tongue against his skin, laughing to myself as Jungkook tried to quiet his moan.
"I don't know," I whispered. "You tell me."
"I swear, you four are going to be the death of me," he grinned, exhaling heavily. I smiled against Jungkook's shoulder, calmly running my hand through his hair. His hands slowly slid beneath my shirt, his thumbs gently running across the front of my abdomen. I leaned into his touch, enjoying the way my body grew both numb and warm against him.
The door creaked open behind me, but I didn't bother to look up. Jungkook laughed quietly as footsteps slowly made their way closer towards us. Taehyung peered down at me and I swatted him away, not wanting to be interrupted while with Jungkook. "I guess my plan worked, too," Taehyung grinned, pushing me and Jungkook on our sides. I glared up at the blonde irritably, my eyes narrowed as I readjusted my hold on Jungkook, sliding my hands down around his middle. Taehyung climbed on top of us, wrapping his arms around both of our shoulders and pulling us closer together. Jungkook's lips awkwardly connected to my right eye and I flinched, laughing it off as I struggled beneath Taehyung's bony frame.
"Get off of us you dork!" I grumbled, nudging Taehyung's legs with my knee. The blonde shook his head, refusing to raise himself off of me and Jungkook.
"You know you like it, angel." The blonde grinned madly, a deep chuckle escaping his lungs as he nuzzled his face against Jungkook's. "You both do."
Jungkook mumbled something unintelligible under his breath, twisting his hips and reaching up to wrap his legs around Taehyung. He pulled his hyung against him with a grunt, running his tongue along his upper lip with a smirk. "Or is it you that's enjoying it?" Jungkook joked, lightly tapping Taehyung's rear with the palm of his hand.
"Okay, I'm gonna let y'all be clingy," I laughed, turning to roll off the bed. Jungkook reached out and grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling me back against him. He slipped his arm beneath me, holding my middle as Taehyung draped his arm over my side.
"You're going to be clingy with us, now stay put," Taehyung chuckled, pressing a kiss against my neck.
"No, I don't want to!" I cried out, flailing against their hold.
"I don't give a fuck. Now, keep your cute little butt in this bed before I tie you to it."
"You would do that, wouldn't you?" I growled, staring up at Taehyung over my shoulder.
"And you'd enjoy it, seeing as how Kiana labeled you as submissive."
"Shut up!" I groaned, hiding my face in the pillow beneath me. Jungkook and Taehyung chuckled, but something about the redhead's voice made a tremor run up my spine. I continued to hide my face as Jungkook tugged at the front of my shirt. A chuckle escaped him as Taehyung rolled to his left, wrapping his arms around the younger's waist and pulling him against his chest. Jungkook reached out and pulled me against him, my arms trailing limply out before me.
"You guys with definitely be the death of me," Jungkook grinned, resting his chin on my shoulder. "But, at least I'll die happy."
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I hope everyone had a happy New Year!! Let's hope 2021 is going to be a little better than 2020. My brain is still in March of 2020, so it'll take a minute for me to catch up. I'll try to update more for you guys, but with school and work, writing isn't my top priority anyone. :/ Anyways, I hope y'all liked this chapter; it was more of a fill-in than something to move the story along, but hopefully you like it. :)