《The Rhythm |BTS Jimin FF| Jimin X Reader》Caught
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As we enter the penthouse, my jaw hits the ground. It's freaking awesome and big.
"You have your own bar?" I shout. I look at him with my eyes wide.
He laughs at my reaction and says, "Yeah." He leads me to his room.
"Your place looks like something out of a movie." I say as I admire the interior.
"Thank you." He smiles at me. He gestures me to go with him. We go to the kitchen.
There is a large box of pizza waiting for us on the counter. We take plates and start eating.
We stay silent as we devour the taste of the pizza. Seriously, it feels like heaven.
"Jimin, I think I forgot my phone in your room. I'll be right back." I smile at him and go to his room.
Once I reach his room, I slowly close the door and start searching for something that will clear up this mess.
As I search through the drawers, I find a picture of Jiwoo with a note attached to it.
Hyung, this is the girl, Jiwoo. She has an older sister in your batch. Either one of them might have the thing we are looking for, I am putting my bets on Jiwoo but let's discuss this through sometime when the others aren't here.
Yours sincerely,
Jungkook.
I find a picture of me under a few papers. What is it that we have? What are they after? Why are they after it?
"Y/N? Did you find it?" Jimin's voice comes from outside. I quickly put everything back in place and take my phone out of my pocket.
Jimin opens the door. "Yeah. I found it." I wave the phone at him with a smile. He returns the smile.
"The last piece?" He lifts his eyebrows.
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"It's mine." I say with a smirk and run towards the kitchen counter to see four more pieces sitting there.
"You liar." I laugh at him as I grab another piece.
"Fooled you!" He sits next to me and takes another piece. I look at him.
The questions in my mind play over and over again. I get lost in thoughts.
"Y/N? Y/N? Are you here?" I jolt awake from the distracted mood and smile at him.
"Sorry. I was thinking of something." I continue eating.
"Shall we practice after this?" Jimin asks as we finish. I nod.
We wash the dishes and go to his room. I play our old choreographies.
We do them and then we decide to just dance around to random songs.
"Hyung?" We hear a voice. We look towards the door to see Jungkook looking at us with wide eyes.
I straighten my clothes and try to tame my hair. I give him a cheesy smile.
"Oh Hey Kookie! Why are you home so early?" Jimin asks, as he copies my actions.
"We need to talk. Something came up." Jungkook says seriously. Jimin's expression changes and he nods.
"Y/N, let's hang out together again sometime." He smiles at me.
"Yeah. I should probably get going. Bye!" I say and take my phone out of my pocket without them noticing.
I keep the record on and leave my phone under a book. I smile at both of them and walk towards the door.
At least now I can figure out what is happening between them.
I walk as slowly as possible. "Y/N?" Jimin suddenly calls me.
I turn around and smile. He lifts up his phone and smirks at me.
The screen clearly shows the recording happening. "Want to explain?" He looks at me and walks towards me.
Oh shoot! What will I do?
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