Miss Right | BTS SMUT

101

"Jiminie, you have a message!", you yelled, before hearing another notification.

As you and Jimin prepared to leave after your strenuous activity, Jimin's phone dinged. It was literally just in front of you, so it wouldn't be difficult to notice—well, especially when it kept ringing nonstop. The texter clearly had the intention to spam him.

"What?", Jimin shouted, not hearing what you said since he was behind a door at the far end part of the conference room. While you were busy collecting your discarded clothes scattered on the floor, Jimin was inside the restroom peeing.

"Somebody's texting you!", you shouted back while putting on your leggings, feeling really icky since you still had his cum inside you—wanting nothing but to go back to your room to clean up asap.

The faucet was turned off. "Can you check that for me?", Jimin's voice was a bit muffled but still audible.

After pulling your unruly hair into a messy bun, you snatched his phone. He had 42 unread messages... all from one person—which by the way was sent with no less than 3 seconds apart. You chuckled upon reading the spam texts. It started with a few "Chim", "Jimin", "Jiminie", several "Jiminie pabo", and one "Jibooty" before the actual message. "It's Tae", you informed the owner of the phone.

Just then, Jimin went out of the bathroom. "He's asking if we'll join them for dinner.", you read the message out loud as he put on his own clothes before searching his missing top—giving you extra time to appreciate his well-sculpted torso. Also unintentionally biting your lips as you let your eyes wander.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'd rather eat something else for dinner." Whoopsy, were you that obvious? With big shocked eyes, a blush formed on the apples of your cheeks before immediately spreading like a wildfire all over your face. Him looking at you with a brow quirked paired with a teasing smirk was adding more fire, making you really flustered.

You wanted to look at anything, but him—too embarrassed to meet him eye to eye.  So, you pulled away from his gaze, busying yourself with his phone instead. Finding the initiative to respond to the message.

Jimin chuckled at your panicked state. He was amused, even when not long ago, he was balls deep inside you. "I told him we'll meet them at the resto after freshening up", you informed him, wanting to divert the attention elsewhere.

As you waited for a reply, something caught your attention.

Curiosity filled you. "When was this taken?", you queried as you took in the photo—more specifically, Taehyung's contact picture in the small round space above his name. It looked oddly familiar.

"Which one?" He asked, before lifting his phone in his direction to show him. He squinted his eyes but couldn't see shit so he took a few strides to look at it closer. "Oh!", he only responded, before laughing upon seeing what you're talking about.

You looked at him, weirded out by his reaction. What was so funny about that? If anything else, you weren't really pleased to see the picture since it reminded you of someone you do not want to see, do not want to interact and associate with, and definitely do not want to be breathing the same air as you.

The tiny picture provided you with a little but still distinguishable details. On the photo was Taehyung in a fancy dress shirt, the attire that you are oh so familiar with. The pattern and colors are too loud for it to not be remembered, but the memory you've associated it with made it more unforgettable.

The tiny picture showed only limited details about the picture, but what you could make out of it was that Taehyung seemed to be sporting what looked like a pooping face. If that didn't give away as to what he was doing, the toilet's flush thingy could also be seen on the picture given the angle he had taken it.