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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With the week drawing to a smooth close and Y/Ns mood continuing to remain calm also, when Jimin suggested a surprise engagement party at their house for Sarah and Namjoon, she jumped at the chance to celebrate her friends.
Although it was her first full weekend off in six weeks, her good mood made her forget about spending it lazing around the house with Jimin like she normally would, and spent her time decorating and cooking instead.
Well cooking as much as their fancy French chef would let her in 'his' kitchen.
But once she had started, she couldn't stop. Building balloon arches, ordering ice sculptures, a DJ, a bartender that even comes equipped with his own bar and cocktail waitress. Anything you could think of, she hired it. Only realising when she finally took a step back and looked at her home to then understand that she had gone completely overboard.
Overboard whilst her boyfriend and the owner of said house was out running errands.
Hearing his car revving up the driveway she began to panic. Dropping to her knees to mop up the pool of water the ice sculpture had created on their expensive heated flooring in the foyer, she felt herself getting breathless, like her father had just arrived home and she had a boy hiding in her closet.
But as Jimin pushed the door to the house open with arms full of groceries, the sight before him was too much for his mind to handle as he saw his love cleaning the floor with his expensive bath towels.
"Baby?? What have you done?" He gasped, watching the bartender walking by as if he owned the place.
"I couldn't stop." Y/N answers with a shake of the head, still vigorously mopping the floor as he drops the bags and walks towards her. "It's been so long since I've been in a house big enough to host an amazing party that I just let it get out of hand. I mean, I even hired a bouncy castle for the garden in case any children decide to show up. And a clown, do kids still like clowns? Anyway, everyone will be here soon and I haven't even managed to start making the cupcakes because fucking Lumiere won't let me anywhere near the stove."
"Who the fuck is Lumiere?" Jimin frowns, watching his love start to have a mental breakdown.
"The chef!"
"His name is not Lumiere baby. It's Jacque." Jimin laughs as she stands to her feet letting out an exhausted breath.
"Yeah well Lumiere is more fitting. Candlestick looking mother fucker!"
"Baby, can I ask what you used to pay for all of this stuff?" Jimin asks, narrowing his eyes at her as she drops her head.
"Your credit card." She mumbles, feeling like a child as he towers over her.
"You're grounded." He says sternly, making her head shoot up to look at him in disbelief.
"You can't be serious." She breathes out a nervous laugh. "You said I can use it whenever I like."
