After years of bouncing around from casino to casino as a poker host, you finally found one that you believed you could spend the rest of your career at, thanks to them, your guys.
Six of the best men you could imagine, each one of them with their o...
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Changing it up a little and going with a 3rd POV for this chapter 😊
"Jimin we've been over this." Y/N huffs, splashing water over herself to remove the leftover soap suds before standing and stepping out of the bathtub.
"Y/N! Just quit so we can be together freely! That's all I want. Do you not think you would be happy with me? You know I can take care of the both of us!"
"Do I look like a woman that needs to be saved Jimin?" She grits, slipping her dressing gown over herself and walking back into the bedroom. "It's always the same argument with you!"
Following her into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, he pauses in front of her, glaring at her as if he's trying to either read her mind, or communicate telepathically.
"I'm not trying to save you! And yes, it is always the same argument because you're being stubborn! Do you realise how good of a life I can give you?!"
"I didn't ask you to give me anything!" Y/N screeches, slipping her robe off of her body, the argument acting as a shield for her naked body as Jimin pays no mind to it and continues to glare at her face. "You came crashing into my life expecting me to give up everything I worked so hard for just so you can show me off! You have nothing to lose by being with me, when being with you I am risking everything!"
"I'm not fucking doing this again." Jimin huffs, storming back into the bathroom before coming back out moments later fully dressed.
"What are you doing?" Y/N asks, looking at his reflection in her vanity mirror as she applies her body lotion.
"I'm going home." He responds harshly, walking out and slamming the door before she even has a chance to respond.
Stomping down the stairs towards the front door, Jimin grabs his car keys from the table by the door, just in time to hear someone clearing their throat behind him, making him turn to see Y/N's dad standing in the doorway to the living room.
"Come in here with me for a moment son."
Sighing heavily as he watches the older man disappear through the threshold, Jimin runs his hands over his face, taking a quick glance up the stairs before dropping his keys and walking into the living room to find Jack sat in the armchair nursing a glass of scotch.
"Take a seat." Jack says calmly, watching Jimin as he steps fully into the room and takes a seat on the sofa opposite him. "Now, please tell me you weren't about to walk out on my daughter after yelling the way you just did."
"You heard that?" Jimin winces, running his hands over his thighs as he uncomfortably tries to keep eye contact with the man.
