Jimin was quick to exit the car when they arrived back at the manor, although he fell into a slower step as he followed the elder. He was grateful there was lighting in the driveway, otherwise, he was sure he would have fallen over multiple times due to the combination of the awkward shape of the tiles and the fine point of his heels.
They were met at the door by an irritated-looking Seokjin. His eyes narrowed to match the pursing of his lips and he gave his brother a disgruntled acknowledgement of his presence. Surely this wasn't how they usually greeted each other, even though it wasn't exactly uncommon for siblings to do so. During the evening meal yesterday they seemed on good terms and Taehyung joked around with him a fair bit, dropping not-so-subtle hints about their unwanted dinner guest a few times; the younger had been unfortunate enough to pick up on each one. This meant that his sour mood wasn't actually directed at either of the arrivals and Jimin wasn't sure whether he wanted to find out what had caused it or not.
A slightly less annoyed greeting was given to the shorter before the eldest marched inside, heading towards the kitchen with a burning glare.
The dancer caught sight of Yoongi snickering just outside the room, apparently waiting for Seokjin to return so they could continue whatever activity the arrival of the other two had interrupted. There was a spatula held loosely in his hand, but the end looked like it had been subjected to the wrath of a flame thrower and distorted to an almost unrecognisable point. The flimsy rubber seemed to have been melted and, to confirm Jimin's suspicions, when Seokjin stormed passed his boyfriend, the mint-haired man burst out laughing. There was the answer to the blonde's frustration.
"He's just pissed off because he didn't check the oven when he switched it on and some idiot left this in there," Yoongi informed them, yelping when a hand smacked him from inside the kitchen.
From behind Jimin, Taehyung chuckled quietly and, for a moment, all the youngest could hear were the deep tones that resonated around his ears. They sounded as rich and as sugary as syrup. Who would have thought he could produce such a heavenly sound? The eldest, who had reappeared and was now sporting a non-melted spatula in his right hand, shot his brother a withering glare. The recipient immediately raised his hands in mock surrender, failing to stem his laughter.
"I don't even use the kitchen, Hyung. You know I don't cook so how could this be my fault?"
It didn't sound convincing, especially as it was accompanied by an entertained glint in his eyes, and for a moment, silence engulfed the room. Unable to come up with a good enough reason to prolong their disagreement, however, Seokjin huffed and slunk back out of sight to finish whatever baking he had decided to start in the middle of the night, pulling his boyfriend along with him.
There was no parting exchange from the brunette and he followed his brother out of the foyer, closing the door behind him. Jimin took this as a sign that his presence would be unwanted and the sense of normality he had felt while the rest threw around their playful banter dissipated, leaving him with an awkwardness of his own creation.
He looked down at the satin draped teasingly over his body, barely covering him up, and sighed. It was no wonder, when the dancer thought about it logically, that his company wouldn't be welcome. Dressed like the whore he was, it was foolish to imagine a different life for himself. He definitely didn't belong in a scene like that, no amount of pretending would fool anyone otherwise.
"Not with a body like that," he muttered under his breath, brushing his hands over his hips and cringing at the fragility of the fabric under his fingers; it felt as though it would tear with only the slightest effort, "No, the only play you belong is on someone's bed or between their legs."
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Don't Call Me Angel || VMIN
Fanfiction"Park Jimin?" He nodded slowly. "If you'll please follow us, Mr Kim's car is outside and it wouldn't do to leave it waiting." ˖⁺‧₊˚✩˚₊‧⁺˖ In which Jimin's life takes a turn for the worse when his mother signs a few contracts and carts him off to se...