The sequel of 𝘎𝘈𝘔𝘌 𝘖𝘕 • 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 1
𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮?
➵ fluff to make your heart flutter 💖
➵ some smut moments... just because 😏
➵ a happy ending for everybody
➵ main characters...
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"What are they doing?!"
Jimin giggled between his hands, a malicious twinkle in his eyes.
I pressed my lips together, muffling my own laugh.
"I can't see anymore, they're behind the showers..."
Jimin's eyes widened, his plump lips coming into a perfect O.
"Let's not jump to conclusions..." I giggled, coming down from the tree I was spying from.
Jimin snorted, giving me back the beer he held for me.
"They were making out a minute ago," he reminded, raising some sassy eyebrows at me. "I don't think they're planning on playing UNO tonight..."
I shrugged, not wanting to encourage his wandering thoughts.
It was not our business after all.
But it was fun to spy on them.
"I guess it was bound to happen at some point..." Jimin commented as we walked back to the house. "A hot 23-year old girl in the middle of 7 hot guys..." he sneered, wiggling suggestive eyebrows and flexing his arms muscles.
I snorted, opening the living room's glass door.
"Yeah... Funny... If I had to bet on a member Yejin would be interested in, I wouldn't have bet on Jungkook..." I commented with a pensive stare, taking my beer to my lips.
"Who would you have bet on?" Jimin asked with curious eyes, taking his own drink to his plump lips.
I tilted my head to the side.
"You."
Jimin choked on his beer, the content of his mouth sprinkling all over me.
I winced, wiping off the drops of alcohol on me.
"JIMIN-AH!" I whined, showing the disaster he made on my Balenciaga shirt. "THAT'S DRY CLEAN ONLY!"
My friend giggled in his elbow, wiping the beer off his chin.
"You're crazy. We're just friends," he answered, ignoring my complaints.
"Don't know..." I shrugged, dipping my finger in my mouth to get some saliva. "You're the one who spends the most time with her."
"She's not really my type..." Jimin answered with a strange look on his face.
If I had paid more attention to my friend at that moment, I could have noticed something was off with him.
But I was too busy rubbing my saliva on an 850 dollars shirt to notice anything else.
"Enough for tonight..." I sighed, checking the time on my phone.
