Indebted...

Part-27

Jungkook's pov

As I unplugged my hairdryer from the wall socket on Saturday morning, I heard my cell phone begin to chime. Clad in only a bathrobe. Seeing Jin hyung's name on the screen made me smile. I suspected he meant to double-check that I still intended to go shopping with him and Jiminie tomorrow.

I swiped my thumb across the screen and answered, "Morning."

"I'm gonna kill him one day, Kookie," he said, his voice dark. "It's gonna happen. I'm telling you. I've watched enough CSI episodes to know how to get away with it."

I bit my lip. "What happened?"

"I caught him red-handed."

"Doing what?"

"Watching porn. Worse, he was jerking off while he watched it. Oh, he doesn't think there's anything wrong with it. I'm telling you, it's the same as cheating. He said it's no different than when I read erotic books. I said that's bullshit, because you don't see me lounging on the sofa with tissues and lube close by while I touch myself. Sorry to put that image in your brain but, you know, I had to make my point."

"No problem," I said even as I grimaced.

Just then, my fake husband strode into the room. He'd headed to his own bedroom after our shower, and now he'd returned fully clothed and looking delicious. His steely eyes drifted over me, bold as brass. I expected him to whip off my towel, but he instead sank into my bulky armchair.

"What would you do in my position?" Jin hyung asked me.

"Well, I can't say I'd like to walk into a room and find Taehyung-sshi watching porn-" I frowned as I heard three loud bangs. "What was that?"

Hyung huffed. "Oh, Mr. Porn Addict doesn't like that I've locked myself in the bathroom, so he's pounding his fist on the door."

"I'm not addicted to porn," I heard Joon hyung complain. "God, Jin, men and women all over the world watch porn. It's normal."

"Men and women all over the world also commit first degree murder," he shot back. "Doesn't make it right."

"You're comparing what I did to murder?" he asked, his voice dripping with disbelief.

"Well, you murdered my trust in you. It's in tatters right now. I don't see how we can come back from this."

"You said that yesterday when you didn't like the way I loaded the dishwasher."

"Well it's not fucking rocket science, Kim Namjoon! Excuse me, Kookie, I have to go deal with this cheating asshole."

"man, I did not cheat on you."

"All right, hyung," I said, unable to hide my amusement from my voice. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow." he ended the call.

Tapping his fingers on the arm of the chair, Taehyung lifted a brow. "You have interesting friends."

"I do," I agreed, putting my phone on the dresser.

"Changbin just called me. He and Mia are stuck in traffic, so they'll be a little late getting here."

I was looking forward to their arrival, since they were bringing my dress with them. It was hard to believe that Taehyung and I would be having our reception in exactly a week's time. The months had flown by. It didn't feel like that long ago that he and I stood in front of a burping Elvis in the chapel.

"Well, I'm almost done here," I told him.

"I can see that." He sank deeper into the chair, as if settling in to watch a show.