Besotted | Yoonmin ✔

Chapter ONE

"Oh my gosh, Tae. He was so good- like I can't hardly describe it but gosh. He took care of me when we finished and he cuddled me so close. He's so caring and I, like, can't stop thinking about him. He was so handsome too but I think he's older. Not like forty or something but maybe about thirty years?"

"Thirty? Chim, he's so old for you! You're nineteen. That's a ten year difference!"

"Yeah but it's not like I'm underage. If anything else happens it'll be legal so I could care less about the age difference."

Taehyung rolled his eyes at his giddy best friend and took his opened Manga from the floor and started to read it again from when the other interrupted him.

The blonde huffed loudly and took out his cigarettes and lit one, letting the stick hang out of his mouth lazily. He didn't care for the taste but seeing his father smoke cigarette after cigarette through all of his childhood pushed him to pick up the habit.

He wasn't new to the cancer sticks. He had started when he was young; about fifteen and had been smoking since then.

"I wanna see him again." Jimin mumbled as he blew smoke from his nostrils and watched it disappear into the air.

"No one's stopping you." Taehyung huffed as he flipped a page in the book.

The blonde rolled his eyes. "I don't have his number." He whispered. "Then he probably doesn't wanna see you again." Taehyung laughed quietly and in return had a small stuffed animal thrown his way.

"I'm just sayin'! If he didn't leave a number then it's facts. Face it." The brunette laughed once more and dodged another stuffed animal that almost knocked down a lamp from across the room.

"Shut up! He probably just forgot. You know I'm a good lay. Remember that one night after Jungkook?" Jimin wiggled his eyebrows and noticed his friend gulp.

"I was hurt and we're best friends so there were no feelings like that." Taehyung murmured softly and avoided eye-contact with the smirking blonde.

Jimin blew more smoke and laid on his side to face the brunette. "I wasn't talking about feelings. Aren't I a good lay? I remember you were all over me that night. Talking about how good I took yo-" "Jimin, shut it!" Taehyung snapped and covered his face with his sweater paws.

He laughed and flicked the ash into an ashtray on the nightstand beside the bed and snuggled down into the comfy mattress.

"Okay, but I know I was good." He uttered and heard a loud groan from the blushing brunette.