Once a best friend! || ft. Park Jimin [PJM] { Completed }

Chapter 28 : Almost got caught.

⚜️ BACK TO PRESENT ⚜️

Jimin P.O.V

The devil was lighting up a room in preparation for my arrival. Forget fire and brimstone; my punishment was bound to be a nuclear detonation that would leave an acre-wide hole in Hell.

I couldn't stop falling for Jihyun if I tried, and I wasn't concerned with any of the consequences or outcomes right now. We were toeing the line between reckless and insane, hanging out in public more often under the never snapping gaze of the photogs. The headlines had yet to reflect that, though; they were still distracted with my apology letters still unassuming.

"Have you picked out a dress for your brother's fight?" I pressed a kiss against the back of Jihyun's neck as we sat on my balcony.

"No, but now that you've brought it up, you can help me choose." She moved out of my lap, "I stuffed a few options into my bag the other day, but you can pick out the lingerie that I'll wear underneath the dress first."
"You don't need to wear anything underneath it at all."
"We'll see. Go wait in the living room." She laughed. I kissed her one more time and headed down the hallway. I was half way to the living room when someone knocked on the door.

Yoongi.

I grabbed a few apology letters from my table before walking over to open it, finding myself face to face with Namjoon instead.

What the fuck? "Um, hi......"

"Um, hi? That's all I get?" He laughed. "Shouldn't you be in Vegas?" I asked nervously.
"My plane leaves in a few. I can't pop up to see you for a quick celebratory glass?" He held up a bottle of thousand-dollar champagne.
"You haven't fought the match yet, Namjoon."
"I already know the results."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and escorted him inside. Then I sent a quick text to Jihyun.

Me: Your brother is here. Stay in my bedroom.

"Do you still have that contact at Top Modeling?" Namjoon walked into the kitchen.
"I do, but she no longer talks to me." I pulled two glasses from the cabinet.
"Is she still mad about you never calling her for a repeat?"
"Probably so."
"Well, I won't bring up your name when I call. I need to hire a few more replacements for my grand entrance." he said.
"Good idea." I tapped my screen and sent him the contact info.

I was about to ask him how long he planned to stay, but the sound of heels clicking against the floor made me turn around.

Shit.

Jihyun walked into the room wearing a short, blue, almost nude colored net dress that left nothing, fucking nothing, to the imagination. The thin fabric exposed her hardened nipples and the knotty lace imprint of her panties.

"Hey there, Hyun. I see that you're currently searching for the rest of that dress. Try calling to the store and asking why they only sold you half of it." Namjoon looked her over.
"Funny. Jimin is helping me pick out an outfit for your big event." She hugged him.
"You don't need his help if you're considering that one. It's a fuck no, so pick another." he said.
"I'm 25 years old, Namjoon. I don't value your opinion on much of anything anymore."
"Don't you dare wear that to my fight." he said.
"Are you excited about the big five-million-dollar payday?" She groaned and attempted to change the subject.
"I don't want even you to pack it into your suitcase." He narrowed his eyes at her, still keeping the dress topic unchanged.

Then he shot me a "You better back me up on this" look. I could only nod. I was too speechless at how fucking sexy she looked, far too turned on.

"Anyway, yes, I'm excited about getting five million for showing up to fight this clown, and even more for winning. My rider is all set for everyone and—" He stopped talking once his phone vibrated in his pocket, "Yeah, Graham? Right. I'm on my way." He ended the call, "Well, so much for a quick drink. I'll see you two in Vegas." He looked at Jihyun, "Preferably in a pantsuit." He shook my hand, and I walked him out and to the elevator. I waited for it to go down before returning to Jihyun.

"Did you not get my text message?"
"I did. So?" She shrugged.
"So, I like living. Understand it a bit better next time."

"I didn't think he would suspect anything." She pulled the dress over her head, revealing her breasts, "What do you honestly think he would do if he found out we were dating?"

"Before or after he hid my body?"
"Before. Way before." She laughed.
"I think he would end our friendship, then he'd go out of his way to ruin me."
"You're kidding. I don't think my brother is that irrational or petty."

"Then you don't know your brother." I trailed my thumb against her bottom lip, "He would fucking kill me if he knew what goes through my mind when I think about you."

"Are you saying that we should put a stop to this before he finds out?"

"No." I pressed my lips against hers. Putting my toung immediately into her mouth andnot giving her single bit of space to breath. I finally part away just to sawher cute red blushed face, "I'm saying, turn the