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68. Romantic Feelings (part 2) ⚠

A/N: Alright welp, we know what's about to happen😗 Vminkook are about to get real drunk and embarrassing, so be prepared to watch them slooowly go downhill  :') Also threesome smut warning 👍

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Alcohol.

That was what they needed. Lots and lots of alcohol.

They also needed to be outside. All alone in Namjoon's quiet backyard, sitting in a circle on the grass, because this was the kind of conversation people didn't have in public settings.

Actually, this was the kind of conversation people in general didn't have at all.

"Alright." Jungkook popped the lid off his bottle of mysterious pink liquid, which he'd previously sworn he wouldn't be drinking up until now. "Spill the tea, Jimin. Which one are you?"

Taehyung gestured over to him with his bottle still in his hands, glancing over at Jungkook like he was insane. "Kook, seriously? Look at him. Alter - Jimin would never sit with his hands laced together all 'cutesy- style' in his lap like that."

"No, no, I know, but like, why is he wearing his clothes, then? And all the dark eyeliner?"

"I dunno," Taehyung shrugged. "Maybe he was feeling emo since it's Halloween."

Jungkook scoffed. "Really, Tae? You remember what he was last year for Halloween, don't you?"

"A fairy—"

"Exactly. And when we went to the mall once, we walked past that one store that sells all his emo stuff—"

"VampireFreaks—"

"Yes. And he said that his alter thought his clothes were the ugliest fucking thing he'd seen in his entire life and that he'd rather wear a trash bag than be caught dead in pants that have flames on the back pockets. And then he proceeded to smack the flame on his ass."

"Oh... that's— "

"And you know how they get real weird about touching each other's stuff?"

"Well, I mean yeah—"

"So that includes clothes, right? That's why he has that scary duct tape in his closet because under no circumstances do they want each other wearing what isn't their's. Doesn't even matter if it's Halloween."

The two of them turned to look at Jimin again, sitting there in silence and staring back at them with a stupid grin on his face. Looked like someone was enjoying this just a bit too much.

"Okay, just fucking tell us, Jimin." Jungkook took a quick sip of his drink, squeezing his eyes shut at the bitter taste. Strawberry lemonade. "Are you my boyfriend right now, or are you his fuckbuddy?"

Taehyung immediately crinkled his nose. "Hey, you know, you could just say 'best friend'. Why does everyone always seem to forget that we were that too?"

Just then, Jimin unlaced his hands, kicking his feet out against the grass and locking eyes with Jungkook. "I dunno, Kookie," he shrugged. "Which one do you want me to be?" Jimin stretched out and tapped his leg with the tip of his toe, then quickly pulled it back, still wearing the same stupid smile on his face.

Wait, was he flirting? Was his ex seriously trying to flirt with him right now?

Before he even knew what was happening, Taehyung pushed himself up from the grass, crawled over in his direction, and parked himself right in Jungkook's lap as if it was his rightful place, crossing his arms tightly and sitting up perfectly straight.