"See, letting you keep some of my clothes here was a good idea," Jimin said, walking into the kitchen.

"I guess you're right. But honestly, you could've worn something of mine.

The majority of my clothes are oversized."

Jimin ended up staying the night. It was too late for him to go back home.

"So, any plans for today?" Jimin asked, sliding his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind. He kissed the side of your neck as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"It's a Sunday, so not really. You?" You asked, and he shook his head. "No. I checked the group chat, and it doesn't seem like anyone has any plans for today. I think we're just going to spend the day at home."

You hummed in response as you fried the bacon. "What are you making?" "A traditional American breakfast, as they call it."

"Oooh, do you need help with anything?" He asked, and you nodded. "Yeah. Could you check on the waffles for me? I think they're ready."

Jimin pulled himself away from you and made his way to the waffle maker.

"Plates are in the cupboard just under there," you told him. "And do you think you could pour the rest of the batter into the maker? It should be enough to give us two more waffles."

"Sure," Jimin said, giving you a smile before putting the waffles into a plate and pouring the rest of the batter into the maker.

"What else can I help with?" "You can make the toast while I fry the eggs. After that, breakfast will be ready." You told him as you put the bacon into the plates with the hash browns.

Jimin opened the breadbin and took out the loaf of the toast. "How many slices do you want?" "One should be fine." He hummed in response, putting two slices into the toaster.

With Jimins' help, breakfast was made in no time, and the two of you quickly found yourselves enjoying the food.

"You're a good cook, y/n," Jimin commented, taking a bite of the hashbrown. "Really?" He nodded, and you gave him a smile. "I guess I should thank my grandmother for that. She taught me how to cook when I was around thirteen. Saying that I needed to learn to cook for my future husband."

"Are you from a conservative family?" Jimin asked, and you shrugged. "Kind of, not really, though. My mother doesn't necessarily force her morals on me. She said she didn't want to raise me how my grandmother raised her. But whenever we visit, my grandma never fails to try to mould me into what she thinks the perfect woman should be."

"Something smells good, oh- your soulmate is here," Jimin stopped himself from taking a bite of his toast when Chaewon walked in.

"Yes, he is," you said, not bothering to look in her direction. "What's his name again?" She asked. "Jimin. m' name's Jimin." He mumbled before taking his bite.

"Did you leave anything for me?" Chaewon asked, and you scoffed. "We've never been on good enough terms for me to make you breakfast, Chaewon."

She mumbled a few curses before grabbing an apple and making her way out of the kitchen.

"You two aren't on good terms and seem to have some unsolved beef, to be honest," Jimin commented, and you rolled your eyes.

"Chaewon has never been nice or friendly. The second she saw my initials, she slut shamed me and called me things like greedy for having multiple soulmates. Not to mention she's homophobic too, and yesterday I found out her soulmate's a girl. Chaewon also doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut and mind her own business. I remember one time she told Haru she'd fuck him straight if he let her. He hasn't set footstep inside here when she's around."

"Oh, she did give off a pretty weird vibe when we first saw slash met her."

"Anyway, should we go to your guys' place after this?" You asked, changing the subject, and Jimin nodded. "Sure. You know, you're actually saving me."

"How?" "Well, if I didn't come with you, I can one hundred per cent assure you that Namjoon and Yoongi would pull me into one of their rooms to fuck the shit of me because they'd be mad at me for not coming home last night. Maybe not for coming home last night since I was with you but for turning off my phone while I was out and ignoring their texts and calls."

"With you around, they won't do that. The boys think you're still innocent, and stuff like that."

"Why do I feel like Namjoon would say something like: 'Do you need me to fuck the brat out of you?' The reason for you to be pulled into some angry sex is that you were, in summary, being petty yesterday."

Jimin let out a laugh. "You're right about Namjoon. He's actually said that before!"

"Really? I mean, if I really think about it, I'm not surprised. He gives off that kind of vibe."

"Hey, y/n. Since the boys think you're still innocent and stuff, why don't we surprise them by kind of talking like this around them? I think seeing their reactions would be so funny!"

"Let's do it! Who do you think will be the most shocked?" "Namjoon. I can bet you it's going to be Joonie. After him, it should be Taehyung or Jin. I don't really know about the rest."

"And who do you think will be the least surprised?" Jimin asked. "I don't know everyone as well as you do, but I think Hoseok, Jungkook and Yoongi. Yoongi and Jungkook may be more towards the more shocked side, but they won't be as surprised."

"Really? Even though it's Hoseok who suggested you were innocent?" You nodded. "Jimin, Jung Hoseok spent most of our time together making out instead of dancing. As soon as he'd help me get into a new position, he'd steal a kiss, and then boom, we're making out again."

"Really? I think Yoongi will be the least surprised. He never really said anything during that conversation."

"Do you want to bet on it?" You asked, raising a brow, and Jimin smirked. "Sure, but what does the winner get?"

"Loser has to wear something the winner chooses." You challenged, extending your hand. "Really? Then prepare to see yourself dressed, in a maid outfit, baby," you playfully scoffed as you took his hand, giving it a shake. "I would get too excited if I were you, baby."