Married | Yoonkook✔️

Chapter Nineteen

Jungkook

"I thought you guys made a deal that he couldn't kiss you?" Jimin leaned back on my bed frame as he shoved a spoonful of ice cream in his mouth. I was filling him in on everything that had happened with Yoongi- merely because I knew I could trust him and because he already knew about the "plan."

"Well, I technically told him not to kiss my lips— but that's besides the point." I threw my arms up. "He. Kissed. My. Thighs." I said.

Jimin smirked as he looked up at me.

"Don't lie, Jungkookie." He mumbled through his ice cream filled mouth. He swallowed and then gave me a raised eyebrow. "You loved it."

I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at the ground. "But I—"

"You told Mr. Min that you wanted more of those not-so-innocent kisses." He shrugged at me. "I say that I don't blame him." He said. I wanted to shove his spoon up his ass as he wiggled his eyebrows at me and smiled.

"Jiminie, we were just caught in the moment."

"Caught in a moment that you initiated!" He bounced on the bed, making me bounce with him. "Just admit it. You want him to f-"

"JK, Yoongi wants you to go downstairs—"

"Jinnie!" Jimin jumped off of the bed and almost threw his ice cream into my lap. I pouted as some of it came off of the spoon and fell onto my bed. "I've missed you."

Jimin wrapped his small arms around Jin, almost falling onto him, but Jin hugged him back with a smile anyways. "It's been a while since I've seen you." Jin laughed back.

I rolled my eyes as the two began laughing about some inside joke. When I pushed passed the door between them, they didn't even bother to move out of my way. I made my way down the stairs, curious as to what Yoongi wanted.

First, I made my way to the kitchen and placed Jimin's ice cream in the freezer. I told the workers whose it was and they nodded.

I didn't know where Yoongi was, so I decided to ask one of the workers here. "Excuse me, do you know where Yoongi is?" I asked a woman who looked slightly older than me.

"Holy— Uh, Yes." She nodded as she blushed up at me. I couldn't help but smile. "He's right this way." She looked at the ground as she held onto my arm and led me to Yoongi.

Yoongi tilted his head at me as we walked into a big studio room. "Looks like you've got yourself a little girlfriend, huh?" He chuckled.

"It would be pretty bad to get a girlfriend when you're married to someone, wouldn't it be?" I questioned him. He looked at the girl who was now embarrassed. She apologized before finally closing the door and walking out.

Yoongi rolled his eyes as she left.

"Why did you need me?" I asked him. He twirled around in his seat and smiled at me. I couldn't help but stare at his lips and remember the feeling of them on my neck.

  "We are going on a date." He crossed his arms. I stared blankly at him for a moment. "Why?" Was all I asked before he sighed.