Coffee Date by Mistake

47. Unusual Requests

Yoongi's Shift (4pm to 10 pm)

"Open the fucking door, Yoongi," Jin yells as he pounds like a crazy person on the other side of the door. I step out of the shower, baffled by the commotion, but not really. 

"Hyung, there are three other bathrooms in this home, including one in your room," I shout back, deciding to fuck with him a bit. "If you have to take a shit that bad, I suggest you use one of those; this one is occupied," I tell him, grabbing the towels from the counter for Mia and myself.

"Yoongi, I'm not in the mood for your smart ass mouth, open this door now," he booms out. I rolled my eyes, turning up the music on my Bluetooth speaker to block him out as I dried off.

"What's going on," Mia wonders, as she gets out of the shower. I groaned and handed her one towel to dry off with as I threw mine over my shoulders, "Snow white and her three dorks are home." I told her. She giggled at their nicknames and finished drying herself off. I hate how they are acting right now; I knew we should have done this at my house so we could have avoided them, but then again, we all know each other's passcodes so it would've been useless to move.

As I removed the robe from the towel warmer to wrap around Mia, I could hear Kookie and Jimin scuffling with Jin, attempting to force him down the hallway while he screamed, and it was giving me a headache. I collected my tools from the linen closet in the bathroom and continued to ignore the chaos outside the bathroom as I prepared to do Mia's hair. I am aware of how I come off sometimes, but I wish they had a bit more faith in me. I'm not a sex addict who fantasizes about having sex all the time, and it would be ridiculous for me to punish Kookie for having sex with her while she's healing, then turn around and do the same thing. I may have done some fucked up in my life, but I do have a moral compass when it comes to people who are injured. 

Not that I wasn't tempted, mind you; after Hobi left, she purposely knelt down in front of me to "grab the remote," but I knew what she was up to, and I wasn't falling for it. After the eighth "No," she understood I was serious about following the rules and gave up. "Can you at least help me tame my hair, it hasn't really been washed since, you know," she pleaded, landing us in the guest bathroom with a counter full of hair products. 

I grabbed the Bluetooth speaker before going into the bathroom, telling myself, "I can always jack off before I go to bed." She was instructed to sit in the folding chair I had taken from the cinema room while I began to tame her curls. I was used to dealing with curly hair, so as I was listening to Colde's "Sunflower," play through the large bathroom, divided her hair into four sections. 

"Should we open the door and allow them in?" she inquired, her gaze rising to me. Shaking my head, connecting the blow dryer to the wall before setting up the remaining goods on the counter. 

"Don't worry about them, pretty girl," I told her, rubbing some oil in my hands, "Jin will give up pretty soon, and the others will keep him occupied so we can finish before dinner," I replied as I placed my towel on the counter. 

This time, the knock on the door was gentler than it had been before, and I knew Jimin or Tae had to be there to see what we were doing. 

"Hyung," Jimin replied, confirming my prediction, "Jin-hyung is down stairs with Tae cooking dinner, will you let us in if we swear not to say anything?" he begged. 

"Should I tell them, or do you want to?" Mia giggled, making me groan before retrieving the oil off the counter and applying it to the first section of hair. "Have any of you idiots tried turning the knob, "I said, eliciting the cutest laugh from Mia. I heard the door open and an "oh" escaped Jimin's lips as he and Kookie entered the bathroom as I grabbed the next section of hair.