Yoonmin Ao3 Smut

#15

Title :  silver loops (against my skin)

Author :  Exquisite

Summary :
Yoongi is simply pissed.

Then again, he almost always does after he met the spawn of satan, Park Jimin, the gets-laid-with-everyone junior in his college.

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"Oppa," Jimin feels a girl's faint whisper hits the skin of his neck, drawing a shiver through his body. "Wake up."

Jimin peeks an eye open once he feels a hand gently shaking his shoulder, inclining his head to the source of the whisper. He gives a look at the brunette girl with messy long hair and bangs falling down on her forehead, barely covering her eyebrows and lips swollen with the corners curling up into a flirty smile and―

Shit. What was her name again?

Where even the fuck is he?

He stares at the ceiling before widening his eyes in realisation.

Ah, he was at the party Namjoon-hyung threw. He recalled the heavy alcohol, the dancing and sweat, the laughter and games until he met this girl who plopped onto his lap and he kind of forgot anything else. He could if he tried to recall again, but he knows there is no use.

"I fell asleep― I have to go now." Jimin croaks, cursing silently because damn, his throat fucking burns and he must have had a wild night.

The girl blinks confusedly and tries to prevent him rising up from the bed by reaching out her hand. "But, Oppa―"

"Thank you for last night," he rushes to collect his clothes and walks to the toilet, turning his body a bit so the girl could hear him out aloud. "But if you know me around, you sure do know that last night meant nothing."

Yoongi purses his lips, curving his cheeks into a small pout.

He's getting more and more frustated.

"Tae, stop it."

Taehyung abruptly snaps his head to Yoongi's direction, blinking deliberately while forming his lips into a deep frown. Jungkook, who was resting his head on Taehyung's shoulder while fiddling with his phone, suddenly raises an eyebrow.

"What is it again, Hyung? I didn't even do anything this time!"

Yoongi huffs out in exasperation, narrowing his eyebrows at Taehyung accusingly. "Don't tap your pencil on the desk repeatedly for god's sake!"

Taehyung crosses his arms, withstanding. "That's my habit, Hyung! We've been roommates for like, two years, surely you know―"