Beauty in white. | Ksj•Kth

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Jimin’s pov.

“Hyung will be home this Sunday. I have to inform this to his Seokjin, hyung told me to do it — wait wait, not me, I won’t, I’ll get the maid to pass this news to him.” I said looking at Namjoon sitting in the garden with me. Not our mansion’s garden but a secluded one in the back of our town.

“Don’t.”

“Huh?”

Namjoon spoke, staring at the sky, taking puffs from cigar. I stared at his cold but handsome face. I hate smoking but not going to lie, he looks an eye catching hunk here. Mysteriously his aura is adorned with more hotness just by this puffing stick. I don’t know how long I shamelessly stared at him but his eyes wouldn’t look into mine. He would often stare at anything but me – what should I do to have him?
    I wish if he did me instead of doing cigarettes.

Shut your mouth Jimin!

“Taehyung believes on what he sees. If informed to Seokjin, he will be all demured in front of his husband. Taehyung just needs that to see his wife free from allegation and then shut his eyes. Let Taehyung come home and give his wife a surprise visit. Don’t inform about this to your brother-in-law, yet.”

My eyes struck at him, he’s cunning.  “That’s right! Though he’ll he see it for himself and everything shall be clear, then what Joon hyung? What shall happen?” my voice turned down and couldn’t bring myself to think about the aftermath. I hope that it all wraps up in peace, and we turn to good family who loved being with each other. Even though I can’t guarantee for brother’s state and action, he can be kind and calm but sometimes it is barely used if he is furious.

“I don’t know. Talking with Taehyung, I realized the numbness of sensibility in him and the growth of rage. Anticipating peace in this is hard hope but this isn’t any of but a matter of his love life. I dare say he will be rational and calm to him for he loves him. He would do no harm, we shall expect anything from him but harming Seokjin.” Joon hyung is right, I sense.

“Yeah but, would’t it be better to stay away from this and just inform Seokjin about this husband’s arrival? What if he and Soobin are caught in the most delirious way? Oh lord! I don’t wanna imagine.” I shut my eyes, thinking for the worse, my ears, cheeks turning red from disgust.

“Then expect for worse.” Namjoon is one hell of uncanny. One point he’ll be stating how things would be peaceful, and in other he words for destruction. I don’t know what happens inside his head. I want to get inside his head and get all information about him including what kind of men he likes. Ahh here we go again! 

I smelled cigarettes all of sudden, more stronger now, scattering the  thoughts, I brought my eyes up from grasses only to see Joon hyung’s face very close to mine. His breath hitting my face, the hint of mint and cigar  was tickling my hormones very rudely. 

“You were lost while sitting here. Your eyes looked upset. Jimin what are you thinking about?” the words in me were nothing but converted into suppressed moan when his hand raised my chin and his hoarse voice said my name. His other hand haunting near my thigh, where the nerves were hollering and chills surrounded.

His eyes were waiting for answer so I gulped a big fluster down and spoke. “Thinking about how bad idea it is to keep this surprise from Seokjin.” I thanked god that words were released instead of some impure sounds.

“If revealed then what is surprise? Don’t speak of this to him. Let’s get going, hm?—I want to eat.” My eyes struck at his last words, pulling a whole different meaning out of this and a hot creeped on back of my neck, traveling down near my hipbones.