𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙡- 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙁𝙁

(3)Bet

* Authors Note: This chapter includes some strong language*

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"Park Jimin."

I stood there between the both of them, looking back and forth as they were giving each other dirty looks. So, this is Park Jimin, huh?

Despite the awkwardness between the two attractive men, I decided to speak. "Do we have a problem here?"

Jimin eyes sharply turned in my direction. "What?" he scoffs. "Of course not. I was just checking out Taehyung, that's all. He got so tall." Taehyung grinded his teeth.

"Yeah, and you still stayed shorter than Yoongi hyung." I snorted a laugh at that comment.

"I could give two shits about what you think about me and my height," Jimin replies, raising his eyebrow. 

 Jimin smirks, tilting his head to look at my full face. Is there something amusing about me that he has to be looking at me like that? 

I clenched my fists, ready to fight if he tries anything. Sweat dripped down my forehead as Jimin starred at me so intensely.

"You're sweating, princess. Do you need to take off your dress? Because..." he leans in, "I can do that for you." He laughs and reaches his hand out to me.

"I'm Park Jimin."

"Park Jimin," I growled. "First of all, I'm not your princess. Stop trying to get in my head because it's not working. Move." I shove him out of my way. Taehyung keeps following me. 

"Oh! Well, I guess she's too pussy to stand in my face and say that she actually wants me to take off her dress," I hear Jimin yell in the hall. "She's too innocent."

That's it.

I charge at Jimin like a bull saying, "You wanna bet? Let's see how long you can keep your hands off of me." I point to the closet where a couple walks out, hair rumpled up and messy. 

The group surrounding us yelled "oooooooooo" as if I needed more embarrassment. Or any sort of hype. 

"You're suggesting to play 10 minutes in Heaven?" Jimin smirked. "That's going to be a hard challenge, princess. And what if I can't keep my hands to myself? What if I lose the bet?" I put my hands on my hips, grinning mischievously. 

"You have to go to all the girls you've messed with and apologize to them."

Jimin snorts and people started laughing. "Hey!" I stomped my foot on the floor, pouting. "What the hell is so funny?" If I slap Jimin, will he understand what I'm saying?

"Yah!" I screech. "I'm not joking. If you lose the bet that's what you're doing, Jimin." Taehyung slinks up beside me. What is he, my body guard? 

"You're not going in a room with him all by yourself, Y/N," he growled. "You're not going to win this bet. The Jimin effect is too real." His low voice made my insides feel warm.

"Hey, didn't I tell you that you're not the boss of me? Leave me the hell alone." Jimin chuckled crossing his arms. 

"Oh, I like her. She's a feisty one Kim Taehyung. Maybe a little too feisty for you. Watch how easy this is going to be for me to... you know. This is gonna be a fun game." 

Jimin winks at Taehyung, leading me to the closet and opening the door.

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