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(Jimin's POV)

"Mmm...Jiminnie..."

Honestly the stupid nicknames.

Quickly tugging the brunette woman's hair Jimin crashes his lips against hers to try and get her to shut up, her perfectly manicured hands playfully hitting his chest.

"Jiminnie! You're so needy."

"Of course I am, look at you."

Giving her his signature wink he trickles his fingers up her tight skirt to rest on her upper thigh constricted by the leather material, her small voice a soft coo in his ear.

"Wanna take me back to your house? We can sit in your hot tub and have a little fun~"

Oh shit.

The apartment.

What do I say?

Licking his lips and resting his free hand against the cold brick of the school building Jimin sighs and presses his body against hers, her sharp eyes swirling with nothing but lust and desire.

"How about I take you back to my personal apartment? At least there you don't have to be very quiet."

Clasping her plump lip between her perfect teeth Jimin's body vibrates with satisfaction when she alluringly tugs on his tie and leads him to his sports car before opening the door and sliding into the seat, her thick eyelashes fluttering when she gives him a wink.

"Sounds good to me baby."

Huh.

Maybe this apartment thing will work out after all.

..............................

"So this is your own personal apartment?"

Trying to get his breathing back to normal Jimin nods and wraps his arm around her thin waist before pressing sloppy kisses on her dewey skin, both their bodies lightly masked by the sheet on the couch.

"Yeah, the mansion is my mom's place so I got this one to have some fun in."

"Oooo you're such a bad boy Park Jimin."

"Mmmm Damn right."

Laying his head back into the small throw pillow against the armrest Jimin feels an odd tugging feeling at his chest, a deep sigh escaping into the room.

Ever since I was with that chick in the red dress all these girls are just...so boring...like they all blend together for some reason.

It has been a while since I've been with an innocent girl...must have just been because she wasn't very experienced.

"Jiminnie?"

"Eh? Oh sorry, I have somewhere to be pretty soon so."

"Oh right...will I see you every again?"

"Me? Uh, yeah sure, I can give you my number."

Sitting up and getting himself dressed Jimin grabs a piece of paper and writes the same phone number he always gives out before the girl gives him another kiss and rests her hand on his lower back, a small smirk beginning to play on his lips.

"I had fun."

"As did I."

Sticking the number down her shirt with a wink he opens the door and watches her carefully make her way down the stairs and pass Jungkook, who scrunches his nose and gives his best friend a look of disgust.

"Honestly? Even here?"

"What?"

"Didn't your mom stick you here so you would stop doing stuff like this?"

"Nah, it's because she didn't like that I was partying. Plus I'm an adult, I can sleep with whoever I want."

"Yeah but...ugh whatever just forget it."

"Oh come on Jungkook why don't you let loose every once in a while?"

"I don't want to "let loose" Hyung."

"You could just leave that chick and have some fun other than being trapped all the time."

"I'm not trapped. It's called being in a relationship Hyung. Quit bringing it up you know it upsets me."

Gosh.

"So sensitive."

Plopping down at one of the expensive barstool chairs Jimin grabs the chicken Jungkook set on the counter and begins digging in, Jungkook's body tenderly settling on the other side of him.

"So have you looked for a job yet? It's been like 2 weeks since you got kicked out."

"Nah, my mother is a weak minded piece of shit. She'll give in soon enough and I'll be back in the plush mansion with my king sized bed."

"Why do you need a king sized bed anyway Hyung? It's just you that sleeps in it."

"So I can have all that room duh."

Rolling his eyes and shoving another piece of chicken in his mouth he looks up at Jungkook and shrugs his shoulders at the serious expression set on his face, a tinge of annoyance beginning to grow in Jimin's chest.

"My mother will give in."

"Hyung it's been 2 weeks already, she's never held out this long."

"Exactly. She's using this as a scare tactic to try and make me fold under pressure. I'm not getting a stupid job I don't need one because that's my money she's living off of."

"Hyung..."

"What? Why should I be punished? I'm going to enjoy this time like a vacation away from her. You watch, before we know it she'll buckle and let me back home and you and I will be sitting in the hot tub with a bunch of hot chicks."

"You're impossible."

Jimin lets out a hearty snort when Jungkook leaves his barstool and sits down on the couch while fumbling with the remote, Jungkook's doe eyes gazing at Jimin with confusion when he busts out into a soft laughter.

"What's so funny Hyung?"

"I wouldn't sit on the couch if I were you."

All the color suddenly drains from Jungkook's face as he launches himself off of the couch and glares at Jimin, his entire face twisting with disgust again.

"You're disgusting! Why not use the guest bedroom?!"

"Who knows, she picked it."

"Ugh. Yuck. I'm going home now to bleach myself and burn these clothes. You should really think about trying to find a job Hyung, part of me has a feeling your mom isn't going to give in on this one."

"Psh. Don't worry Jungkook-ah, just remember, hot tubs and hot chick."

"Oh my god."

Watching his friend storm out of his apartment Jimin cackles lightly and looks around the empty apartment while shoving another piece of chicken in his mouth, his lips turning down to a light frown.

I won't give in.

I won't let her win.

She's going to buckle way before I do.

I'll never buckle.

I'll never lose.

Ever.

(A/N): 🤦🏼‍♀️