Strip Down // JiKook

chapter 9

If instant regret was personified, it would definitely be in this moment.

'What do you mean? I've been upstairs the entire time'

Seeing those three dots pop on his phone didn't ease the anxiety running in his veins. There's no way in hell he'd even come to the conclusion that he'd do something like that, and if he did, surely he wouldn't suspect of all people, Jungkook.

Sunshine 🌞: Yeah, upstairs obviously with someone..

Sunshine 🌞: So, do you wanna tell me how Jungkook's dick tastes in your mouth or do I have to ask you face to face?

Shit.

Debating if he should even bother to respond, another passive aggressive message pops up on his screen.

Sunshine 🌞: Why didn't you tell me? Don't you trust me?

Hoseok was the one person who's really been there for him at his worst, but something like this just seemed way too personal. It haunted him on a daily basis, but really he knew he'd find out one way or another.

'Meet me in the car and I'll explain...Right now, I gotta hide from Taehyung.'

He could literally feel his friend's confused vibe through the screen, but didn't bother to look at the messages after. Turning off his phone, he leaned against the door and prayed Jungkook managed to get Taehyung out without him suspecting anything.

"Out of all the girls you hooked up you managed to actually break an innocent one. Damn, meanwhile I just finished with Chaeyoung, but she told me last fucking minute that she had a boyfriend here."

Jungkook faked a shocked wide-eyed look while his friend smiled.

"Damn. Did she say if he was here?"

"He walked in on us. She wasn't even that good anyway. Anyway, how was yours?"

Jungkook looked at the bathroom door, then looked back at Taehyung thinking of a lie.

"She was...good." He hated to admit it, but it was one of the best experiences he's ever had. Seeing his distressed, needy face paired with his whimpers flooded back into his mind, but was snapped out of it real quick when Taehyung snapped his fingers in front of his face.

"So...when are you gonna let me get that?"

Jungkook felt his phone vibrate, then pulled it out and saw a message on his screen.

Jimin 🍑💦: FuCk YoU mEaN i WaS 'GOOD?'

He rolled his eyes, then texted back, which caught Taehyung's attention.

'Stfu. You know damn well I can't say anything even if your ass had a bigger gap than a NYC subway.'

"Are you texting her? Let me see~" Immediately, Jungkook pulled his hand back and pushed Taehyung towards the door.

"Don't worry about it, it's just a dick picture. Plus Jongin texted the chat that they're starting truth or dare with shots anyway, let's go."

Taehyung pulled his phone out, and conveniently, he actually did. Rushing down the stairs, Jungkook let out a sigh both from relief and annoyance due to his friends alcohol addiction.

'Go now. I got Taehyung out the room. By the way, you were one of the best experiences I've ever had...'

Jimin looked at the screen, and darted out of the room, praying nobody was in the hallway that either knew him, or was flat out too drunk to care. The second option usually happens, and this time was no exception as he stepped out the room, and instantly was hit with the smell of alcohol and sweaty bodies making out in every available space that was available. Internally gagging, he left the same way he came without noticing him, then walked to the car with an awaiting red-head that probably won't let him live this down.