I was in my room, laying in my bed, pissed the hell off. I wanted sex and he didn't give it to me. "Who does he think he is!". I threw my pillow at the wall. "He thinks he can do whatever he pleases and toss me aside like trash!". I yelled. "Just because I'm trash doesn't mean he can treat me like that!". I crossed my arms.

"Where the hell is Jin!?!". I grabbed my phone to text him.

Jimin

WHERE ARE YOU!?!

I NEED SOMEONE TO TALK TOO!

Irrelevant

Umm...

Are you ok?

I stare at Jungkook's text feeling dumb as fuck. "Why didn't I get rid of this phone yet?". I sighed.

Irrelevant

Jimin? Where are you?

Jimin

Not near you

I turned off the phone and threw it out the window. Luckily, I live near a ocean. "Now, where is Ji...". My door was opened and a tired Jin slowly walks in and collapsed on my bed. "Bitch... You dead?". I poked Jin's cheek. "I can't feel my back". Jin whispered. "You got the good dick!". I clapped.

"At least someone got some". I rolled my eyes. "I'ma close my eyes now". Jin yawned. "Wait!". I say but Jin was already sleeping. "Why didn't you just stay home". I sigh and put a blanket over Jin. "Now what...". I stopped remembering what he said. "He said that he owns that hotel". I said and rubbed my chin.

"He gave me permission to go there too". I smiled. "But what if I'm super busy". I giggled. "Maybe I should make him sweat a little". I smirked.

"Let's see how long master can last".