Mellifluous | JJK

Chapter 11

Holy

"Watch your hands, stupid!"

"Why are you yelling at me! He's the one with his face is buried in your chest," Jimin yelled back, eyes wide and indignant.

"Well, you're conscious!" I exclaimed as Jimin tried to pry Jungkook away from me, his tiny nose scrunched up in frustration.

"Are you sure he doesn't take steroids?" I muttered, rolling my eyes at the top of Jungkook's head, which was still pressed against my tits.

"He's just a muscle pig."

My laughter spluttered like an old car, bouncing around the room messily. The whole situation just seemed unreal; I have a hot guy's face buried in boobs, while he is unconscious.

Is this what my life has come to?

Peels of laughter flew from my lips, soon being joined by Jimin, who honestly just seemed confused.

"Why are we laughing..."

"His face is in my boobs... on accident!" I chuckled a bit crazily, my head thunking against the dance floor.

"Just sit down, Jimin, it's been a long day." Laughter still clung to my tone as I spoke, wariness barely peeking through.

"...But Kook's-" he started, but I interrupted him swiftly.

"He's been there for more than an hour, I can handle a few more minutes." Jungkook shifted slightly, rubbing face against me like a little kid, I found it kind of cute until I remember what he was rubbing against.

I could tell Jimin noticed Jungkook movement, causing him to open his mouth for an argument.

"Can't really complain, though," I added, the corner of my lip curling up into a smirk. The tension in his muscle-bound shoulders melted off, as his eyes creased to the point of almost disappearing, giggling while he plopped onto the floor.

"So, how'd you get him to stop dancing?" Jimin asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his plump lips.

"I flashed him."

I watched in amusement as his jaw dropped open, widened eyes darted back and forth as if he didn't know where he could look. I burst into aggressive cackles, my chest heaving as I tried to breathe around the uncontrollable laughter bubbling out of me.

"I'm kidding!" I asserted at his slack-jawed features, still giggling.

His face broke into an embarrassed grin, shaking his head at me.

I unconsciously began running my fingers through Jungkook's smooth, yet slightly damp, hair.

"Why is it so hard to get him to stop..." I whispered, my mood dispiriting a bit.

Jimin sighed, running a small hand through his hair.

"Jungkook, he's been through a lot, please just do your best to help him."

"What am I supposed to do if he never even listens to me," I asked, my eyes softening as I peered down at the dead asleep boy.

I turned to the side to find Jimin looking at me funny, with his eyebrows furrowed and the corners of his lips curled upwards.

"What is it..." I questioned hesitantly, my expression growing guarded as his face became even more suspicious.

"So, Jungkook's really handsome, right?" He asked, his cheeks creasing like he couldn't hold back a conniving grin.