Jimin's Whore • PJM

Thirteen ♡

You took a deep breath before you choked on your beer, lowering it slowly from your lips. You could be outraged or you could take this moment to dig up a little info. Eunwoo had said Jimin was a sexual deviant, he'd said himself he had unusual tastes. You extended your beer toward Yoongi who took it automatically.

Slowly you let the sweater wiggle down your shoulders, bare skin coming into view. Both Yoongi and Hobi watched as you slipped it off and the tossed it onto the seat in front of you.

"I see we have a tease here, keep going kitten." Yoongi's cat like smile made you shiver.

"Why would I do that?" Your voice sounded more apathetic than you felt.

"Because you want to please Jimin." Seokjin had come down the stairs and placed a plate of food in your lap. He settled into a chair below you turning his body around to look at everyone.

"Things like that make him happy?" You wanted to rapid fire questions at them, Jimin hadn't yet given you the details you craved.

"What makes me happy?" Jimin stood at the top of the steps a cool expression on his face as he looked down at the guys. When he met your eyes they warmed again and he smiled just for you. You felt it head to toe.

You would have let him in on the conversation but Irene was close to his side, fingers toying with his sleeve. Jimin glanced at her looking annoyed but didn't stop her, he'd clearly not sent her away.

"What are we talking about?" She chimed in smiling up at Jimin happily like she'd won their argument.

"We were having a conversation with Y/N and it doesn't concern you." Yoongi stole a piece of chicken from your plate with a grin and then turned back toward the action beginning on the court below.

"Don't be mean Yoongles, you were probably frightening the little mouse anyway." Her tone was meant to be teasing but underneath you heard the real tone of trying to make you uncomfortable.

"Irene, you can't stay if you're rude to our darling." Jin glared at her and Hobi nodded. Had Jin called you their darling? Why did it make you feel so warm?

"It might be more comfortable for everyone if you started skipping basketball games. Or get your own friends and join them." You were shocked to hear Hobi speaking so directly, he'd always seemed the sweetest one.

"Are you saying I can't come to your box anymore?" Irene's eyes widened like a tiny sad doll.

"I'm saying you've accomplished what you set out to do when you breezed into the room, now can I get your key back?" Hobi had a determined look on his face, he'd stepped to her side and extended his slender hand.

"Hob-," he cut her off immediately.

"Jung Hoseok, now Irene." His words were a command, even Jimin stood up straighter. Irene rummaged into her petite purse and withdrew a key that looked like the one Woo-shin had used on the elevator. She placed it in his palm and waited.

"Goodbye Irene, we can talk tomorrow when you've remembered your manners, and your place." Jimin patted her head and she pushed him away with both hands and then like a hurricane stormed out the door. Hobi had returned to your side the key disappearing into his pocket.

"Doesn't the air feel lighter?" Yoongi had stolen another chicken wing from your plate and his gummy smile made you laugh.

"Is someone going to tell me what you told Y/N makes me happy?" Jimin's aura hadn't lightened at all. It was still cloudy.

"Yoongi told her the bet." Jin smirked making himself busy with his own plate of food.

"And I told Yoongi this isn't that kind of date." Jimin's teeth were clenched and he looked at the three guys the first signs of anger.