i stretched, coming out of yoongi's room.

well, i guess it was ours now.

i laughed as the view of a tired boy with closed eyes barely managing to keep ahold of his spoon sat in my chair.

"move!" i suddenly yelled pushing him.

he almost had a heart attack as he fell to the ground.

"jimin, i swear i will stab the fucking shit out of you with this." he held up the spoon in a threatening position.

"no need to be violent, yoongi." seokjin shook his head disapprovingly.

namjoon gave him the dirtiest look i've ever seen.

for a second i literally thought he was going to reach over and strange him.

"hypocritical bitch."

i laughed at the quiet insult that was obviously meant to not be heard.

"park jimin!" a door swung open.

taehyung ran out with a fake gun pointing it at me.

i put my hands up in surrender.

"you must be submissive as fuck." hoseok laughed at my quick reaction.

"why does everyone in this mother fucking household swear so god damn much like shit, can't we stop the profanity you dickheads?!"

"wonder where they got it from." namjoon instantly shut up when jin looked at him.

tae sat down in the open chair beside hoseok.

"just because i put my hands up doesn't make me submissive?"

jungkook must be sleeping in.

"hyung, what's jimin like in bed?" i choked at his question.

yoongi looked at me for a minute before continuing to eat his food.

"submissive." they both giggled at his answer.

"what does he like?"

what even was the conversation?

it made me uncomfortable.

"everything really."

"you kinky lil hoe!" tae pointed his finger accusingly at me.

i don't even know what this chapter is tbh