I make my way to the living room. There sat Taehyung and Jin, playing cards.
I shoot Taehyung a glare. Ever since that day with the bias situation, I have hated him.

No wait, hate is a strong word.

I dislike him, that's better.

"Hello sweetie" said Jin, giving me a breathtaking smile. Gosh he's so gorgeous. And he's a doctor, I have a fit doctor. Like I would do anything to have him treat me everyday.

"Hi" I return the smile "how's your arm doing?" Jin then stood and took the empty spot beside me on the sofa "better I guess" I reply, actually my arm is completely fine. Call me a sadist but anything to have his attention. Jin examines my wound "hm..not healed yet" he speaks.

Can I kiss those gorgeous plump lips? Can I? Because I am so fighting the urge to do so.
"Jin?" He responds with a hum "did I mention how hot you are before?"

He lets out a light chuckle. Am I in love? Because that little chuckle is the reason I'm having breathing issues right now "yes infact you have." He suddenly leans in "I would so bang you but you're jimins. So I think it's better to keep my hands to myself here little one." He then stands up. Well damn. As much as I want to see him naked, I do not consider losing my virginity at this age thanks.

"He's right angel eyes." I jump in surprise. His husky voice fills my ears as he walks towards me "you're mine."

Without warning, he steals a peck from my lips. I freeze, the third time our lips made contact.
Taehyung didn't even glance at me once. Stupid asshole, like I want to look at him anyway.
Jimin sat opposite him and they both began playing cards "by the way, we're gonna throw a party tonight." Said Taehyung, eyes focused on the game.

"Yay! Are there any hot guys coming?" I say, even though I am well aware I am surrounded with enough fit, handsome guys. I just wanted to test Jimin. Why am I acting so childish?

"What?" Jimin snapped his eyes to meet mine. "Nothing." I smile nervously.

"On second thought minseo, you're not going." He bluntly said. I pouted "but why? I was just kidding. Don't need to be so bossy." I roll my eyes. He remains silent, not glancing back at me.

"So, am I going?"

"No."

My smile fell. Bastard.

"Please..."

"No."

"Fine!" Shouted the angry me. Gosh he makes me so furious, like I could literally punch the wall. Just kidding, it hurts, like a bitch.

I stand up to walk away "where are you going?" He asks "away from you, fucking asshole." I snap before storming out of the living room. I simply ignore his angry calls, and plop down on the white wooden chair which was placed on the balcony.

I hear jimins footsteps getting nearer till they stop right behind me. His hands grab hold of my hips, lifting me up to sit down on the chair and place me on his lap so I was straddling him. Damn he's so strong.

I feel like a squirrel right now. I cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to apologise "I won't say sorry." He says.

"You just did." I imply, my eyes focused at the front "no I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"Did not."

"Did too."

"Did not!"

"Did too!" I shoot my head up, staring into his eyes furiously. His head suddenly falls back, his laughter fills my ears. Why does he look so adorable when he laughs? Everything about him is perfect.

"Do you want to fuck?"

My eyes widen "byuntae!" Jimin suddenly slides his hand up and down my thigh "like I said, when you get angry, it fucking turns me on." His lips come into contact with my shoulder, gently biting it. Tingles run down my spine and I gasp lightly.

"S-stop." I try to squirm out of his grip, only to have him tighten it around me.

Great.

"Jimin." I sigh "just let me go with you, please.." I hold his head in my hands, giving him the best puppy eyes I could manage.
He looks away "I said No minseo! That's it!" I flinch as jimin pushes me off his lap and walks away, leaving me dumbstruck.

Stubborn shit head.

I let out a frustrated groan. Punching the pillow repeatedly.
"Fucking bastard!" I curse, kicking the edge of the bed "ow ow ow ow!" I clutch onto my ankle, this is why I do not do what men fucking do.

Seriously don't they feel any pain? It's as if men are made of steel, and poor women were made of jelly.

"You okay there?" I jump in surprise. My head snaps to the door to see a laughing yoongi leaning against the door frame.

"Yes, and no." I sigh "relax, jimins just being jealous." He walks towards me before draping his arm over my shoulder "say, why don't we both sneak out." My eyes snap to meet his "really!?" I yell out of excitement. I've never snuck out for a party before, I've always wanted to though.

"Of course, it's all about the swaeg" yoongi raises his hand in the air, waiting for a high five. I slap my hand against his and we both laugh. Well he's not bad after all, despite the fact he would kill me if he was jimin.

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After putting on my black ripped jeans and a red top - which revealed my cleavage and shoulders.
I decided not to put on a leather jacket, it wasn't that cold outside either.
I applied some mascara, bronzer, making my cheek bones stand out and red lip stick.

After all the boys left for the party. Yoongi and I snuck out from the window. He told me there were cameras placed by the front door so not really a good idea.
We ran to his bike

"Woah woah, you have a motor fucking bike!?" I squeal in excitement. He smirks, nodding "told you, it's all about the swaeg-" his eyes widen "what the hell are you wearing?" He whisper yelled "what? It's normal" I reply.

"Oh, not for Jimin it isn't."

"I don't care, his opinions can suck my ass. If he can go party with girls, I can with boys." I hop on to the empty seat behind yoongi and wrap my arms around his waist. He chuckles "you really are stubborn."

I smirk "I know."

"By the way why didn't you go with them?" I ask curiously "they told me to keep an eye on you, but I couldn't resist. I need girls"

"Wae [why]?" I question "do I need a reason, I just do okay. All you gotta do is go with the flow. It's called swag." Yoongi starts the engine as it roars. He then speeds off and I tighten my arms around him.

The wind blows my hair and I feel so good. This is one of the best feelings ever if I'm honest. The wind just fucking your face away, except you don't make babies, damn imagine giving birth to clouds - wow. Me and my weirdly imagination gosh.

As soon as we arrive at this house-oh wait no, it's a damn mansion!

"Wow, who's house is this?" I ask "my girlfriends." He takes his helmet off "what? And you couldn't attend her party? Didn't she complain or anything?" I say.

"Why would she?"

Realisation then hits me "swaeg~" we both say in unison before laughing out loud.
I step into the mansion, it's beautiful.

Yoongi goes to see his girlfriend while I walk around the house, admiring it. My eyes scan around the living room, it's packed with people. Gosh their all so hyper.

Some people were dancing, some drunk on the floor, some snogging each other's faces off and others just standing in the corner chatting.
I look around every corner until my eyes stop at one and they bulge out of it's sockets. I cover my mouth with my hand, trying to hold in the threatening tears.

Jimin was sitting on the god damn sofa, not alone, but a fucking blonde slut sitting her ugly flat ass on his thighs.

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