Deal [JiminxReader]

Chapter 18

"Jimin!" I called while running my fingers through his hair.

"What are you doing?" Jimin grumbled. He was sitting on the couch, playing with fluffy when I had decided to attack his hair from behind.

"I'm bored," I mumbled.

"Feels bad," Jimin sighed.

"Why are you grumpy?" I asked while sitting beside Jimin.

Fluffy stumbled over to me and flopped onto my lap.

"I'm not grumpy," he said in an obviously agitated tone.

"Are you still annoyed at the taxi driver?"

He stared down at Fluffy silently.

"Oh come on, Jimin," I sighed.

"He asked if I was your boyfriend," Jimin mumbled.

"And?"

"Why didn't you say I was?" he asked.

I gently stroked fluffy while trying to remember what was going through my mind at that point.

"He just asked a question I have been asking myself for a long time, that's all," I muttered.

Jimin stayed silent.

"Are we doing something today?" I asked while stretching.

"No, last night counted as today."

Last night?

"Oh!" I gasped. "In the tent!"

Jimin nodded softly.

"Well," I mumbled while getting up from the couch.

"I'm going to go home to see how Jin is," I announced.

-=+=-

"Look y/n, I'm telling you, dad jokes should be a form of art."

"Riiight," I chuckled while rolling my eyes.

"No!" Jin yelled. "Dad jokes are a form of art!"

I stared down at my vibrating phone silently.

"Should I answer it?" I asked Jin while biting my lip.

"Who is it?"

"Jimin," I responded.

"It must be important," he guessed.

I nodded before answering the call.

"I think I broke it," Jimin mumbled through the phone.

"Broke what?" I questioned.

"Fluffy."

-=+=-

"He'll be alright, right?" I asked Jimin anxiously.

"Hopefully," Jimin mumbled in response. "They said that fluffy would have been sick before we met him."

"Would that be why his original owners left him?" I asked in a concerned tone.

"I don't know," Jimin sighed.

What horrible people they'd have to be to leave a sick kitten...

"Jimin," I called softly.

He turned to face me with a patient expression.

"What are we doing for the last four days?"

Jimin stared at the floor silently.

"I don't know," he muttered. "I guess we could just travel around a little."