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While your automatic reaction is to squeak in utter shock at the disturbance, Jimin thankfully takes initiative to shield your upper body from Taehyung's newly scarred vision.

"What the hell Jimin?! I thought we all agreed when we got this place that it's a big fat no for the kitchen?! Bedrooms only, man!"

"Sorry, man."

"Disgusting, man!" Taehyung, who has already spun around with his hands cupped over his eyes, doesn't linger for much longer. In long strides, he exits the kitchen grumbling about bro-code and house rules.

You and Jimin exchange a weird look before busting out into fits of laughter, hanging on each other for support as you finally hop down from the counter to retrieve your shirt.

"I'm never going to hear the end of it," Jimin whines, nose scrunching cutely as your head pops out of the shirt collar.

"And I'm going to have to live the rest of my life knowing that somewhere out there, there's a guy who I have no relationship with that knows exactly what I look like shirtless," you chide back, stiffly giggling through your embarrassment and give a silent apology to Taehyung's eyes while straightening the fabric now clinging to your torso.

As you turn on your heel Jimin reaches out, gripping your arm tightly as if you would disintegrate if he were to let go. "Y/N, wait."

Hesitantly, you turn back to face him with curious eyes.

"What did you want to tell me before?"

You hesitate again, deciding now isn't the best time to accept his offer. "Ahh-- you know what? It completely slipped my mind!" Jimin's eyes narrow, certainly unconvinced, as you awkwardly rub the back of your head.

I'm such a coward.

Quick to clear your throat, you're all too willing to change the subject before he gets the chance to question anything further. "Do you think it's okay if I stay here tonight? I don't want to cause you guys anymore trouble than I already have but... I really don't want to go home tonight."

Using the perfect choice of distraction Jimin's thoughts are easily redirected, the cocky smirk is back, stamped proudly across his face with the cute crooked tooth in full view. "On one condition," he says with a sensuous undertone as he waltz up to your form.

You raise an eyebrow, entire stance cautious as you take in his mischievous expression. "What's the condition?"

He leans, gliding his tongue across his full bottom lip for his own gratification knowing the impact he has on you; it works all too well.

"Sleep with me in my bed tonight."

You twirl your noodles around, not that you would have eaten them anyways. It's been thirty minutes since your lunchtime began but you still can't manage to eat even after skipping breakfast, especially with Jungkook sitting right beside you at the cafeteria table.

Besides, food has been the last thing on your mind since you got home this morning. If only you could see into the future, you would have packed an overnight bag to stay at Jimin's place so you wouldn't have had to deal with the burden of facing Jungkook the next day.

Then again, if you could see the future you probably wouldn't be in this mess in the first place.

There was a long string of never ending questions that left Jungkook's mouth as soon as you had stepped foot in the apartment that now brings back burdening memories like a ghost of the past.

"Where the fuck were you?"

Why does he care?

"Why didn't you answer any of my texts?"

Because he's a liar.

"Do you know how worried I was?!"

Does he really think I'll believe that bullshit anymore?

"Is that a hickey on your neck?!"

A hickey?! Oh shit...

You didn't even realize Jimin marked you last night, too caught up in the overall pleasure to differentiate every way he stimulated your senses. However, you're sure it happened in the kitchen because he made sure to turn on his gentlemanly charm as soon as you both laid down to sleep, going great lengths to brush your freshly washed hair, shower your cheeks in sweet kisses, and cuddle you all night; fortunately yet unfortunately, nothing more than that.

"So let me get this straight, you're actually turning down free ice cream?" Jungkook's urgent voice snaps you out of last nights daze that still fogs your mind, his big doe eyes wide, mouth hanging open in what you call his 'Jungshook form' to expose cute bunny teeth.

Even though you're beyond bitter, you can't deny how handsome he looks. Jungkook decided to show his forehead today, black locks styled back to frame his face perfectly. Even though you're not a fan of the color yellow, the way the sunny button up shirt clings to his muscular arms, tucks perfectly to emphasize his slim waist, it makes you reconsider your acute distaste for the mustard pigment while trying to suppress the animosity you feel towards the whole situation at hand.

The lies and false hopes in full blown war against his intense stare, the swirling mix of honeyed chocolate that masks his boundless secrets, it's making the pace of your heart quicken, his smooth voice, an irresistible tune that beckons you closer against your will; Jungkook has become your personal heaven and hell.

How is it possible for someone to be everything I need and hate at the same time?

"I can't, I promised Jimin I'd help him with his assignment," you answer lifelessly, muscles twitching, aching to toss your lunch and avoid Jungkook as you've been trying to do the whole first half of the day; it hasn't been very successful to say the least.

"You've been acting really strange today," Jungkook's hand suddenly presses against your forehead and you almost scream at how much this simple physical contact can make you feel so powerless.

"You don't have a fever, but if you're not feeling good we can go home, I'll make you some soup and we can watch movies. I'll even let you stay in my bed."

You could have thrown up if you had anything in your stomach; staying in his bed is the last place you want to be.

Physically, I feel fine. Mentally, I feel as if I've been pelted in the head repeatedly with an airsoft gun.

"I'm fine," you recoil away from his bittersweet touch as your words come out curt, until the back of your head is met with a soft but sturdy pressure.

"Well, hello to you too."

That voice is enough to bring a smile to your face.

Excitedly, you spin around in your seat, only to be met with jeans and a copper zipper. Jimin peers down at you with the same side smirk you've come to find both annoying yet adorable, his brows raised in amusement at the way you continue to stare at the center of his jeans in shock, face to crotch with only about an inch of space in between.

"My eyes are up here," he teases, you gulp, face heating as you regain control of your body to shrink your head back like a turtle and glare up at the amused raven haired male. "Unless you had something else in mind...?"

"I-I don't-- why would you even-- " You stutter over your words and Jimin chuckles in fulfillment, glittering orbs peaking over at Jungkook who remains silently watching with narrowed eyes and a mouth full of rice.

Both men are quick to stare each other down, a silent face off, and you roll your eyes while picking up your tray of uneaten food. "Well I guess I've become a third wheel, I'm gonna head to class."

"I'll walk you!"

You can only stare in disbelief as their voices ring out in unison before throwing another cold glare at each other.

"What am I, a dog? I don't need walking!"

And you're completely ignored.

"I'm taking her to class," Jimin insists to which Jungkook growls through clenched teeth, slowly standing to his feet like an alpha ready to tear at flesh to protect his mate.

"Maybe she doesn't want you to," Jungkook's voice deepens as his hand wraps securely around your wrist, and in any other scenario your mouth probably would have watered at how dominating he's being, but now is definitely not the right time.

"Maybe we should ask her then," Jimin retorts, infuriated orbs never ceasing to Jungkook's killer stare as his own hand reaches out to grip your other wrist.

Like a rubber band, you're boomeranged in Jimin's direction as he pulls your body to his side, uneaten dishes clanking together on the tray you're trying to balance. Jungkook's automatic reaction is to use his godly strength, and in what he would call an effortless tug really comes across more like a bodybuilder pulling a semi, you're ricocheted back again with more force than he intended.

"How about you both walk me-- "

"I think it's pretty clear who she wants to be with," Jungkook's voice rings out, angry but now holding an underlying cockiness to his choice of words.

Is it that obvious how hard I've fallen for him? To the point where he thinks I'll drop everything at his beck and call just to be with him? Or because we've been best friends for years and it seems like the obvious choice to make in his eyes?

You've now become a life-sized toy that two fully grown men are fighting for like greedy children, and you can't blame the multiple pairs of eyes beginning to wander in your direction at the obscure scene.

"Guys this is getting a bit ridic-- "

Another yank in Jimin's direction, a bit harder this time.

"Oh trust me, I don't think she wants to go anywhere with you anymore."

Another hard pull from Jungkook and your arm feels like it's about to be ripped out of its socket.

"And why wouldn't she? I'm her best friend, I'm the only one she needs!"

You can see Jimin's eyes churning, the evil smirk slowly beginning to stretch across his face as he makes up his mind to spill what you've been trying to avoid talking about with Jungkook all day.

This can't be happening right now! Not here, not at school!

You watch Jimin open his mouth and in mere seconds everything is in slow motion as you glance between the two hormone-infested men before your body moves into action.

Your mind is blank but your arms vibrate with adrenaline as they retract from the hands locked around your wrists.

The tray tilts.

What a relieving mess you've made.

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