Besotted | Yoonmin ✔

Chapter TWELVE

Jimin turned off the music and flopped down on the floor. His body was exhausted and his chest heaved up and down from the deep breaths he was taking.

He heard the door to the room open and footsteps walking closer, but he kept his eyes closed and rested.

"Hey." He heard a farmilar voice and opened one eye. Hoseok was crouched beside him with a smile and his dance bag on his shoulder.

"Wassap." Jimin laughed and sat up. "I wanted to tell you that, uhm, Jinnie knows your guy. And he told him about your...e-escapades." He cleared his throat and averted his eyes from Jimin's gaze.

"My escapades? What fucking escapades?" Jimin stood up and glared at his ginger friend. "Hey, don't get mad at me, it was Jin who told him. But y'know your...problem."

The blonde narrowed his eyes. "Just because I like having sex doesn't mean I'm a slut! Why does everyone think that?" Jimin grumbled and stomped over to his bag that was across the room.

He snatched it up and ran out of the room, Hoseok watching after him with a pout.

Jimin grumbled profanities under his breath as he walked to the subway. Since the studio he danced at was across the city, he had to take the ride every time because Taehyung didn't like the neighborhood and refused to drive him. Jimin though didn't mind much. He liked the subway despite how packed it was.

It was fully dark out by the time he got to the apartment. "Am I a slut?" He asked loudly and threw his bag down. Jihyun was in the kitchen and looked at his brother with wide eyes.

"No? Why would you say that?" The younger asked.

"Because apparently that's what everyone thinks! Can I not just pleasure myself? Do I have to be in relationships just to have sex?" Jimin ranted and flopped down on a stool at the island.

Taehyung walked in while rubbing his eyes. He was shirtless and approached Jihyun, only to back hug him and kiss his shoulder. "You're overreacting, Jimin." He murmured.

For some reason seeing the two hug and kiss made Jimin's chest hurt. He wanted that. But he didn't have it because most of his "relationships" ended up with the other wanting only sex.

"No I'm not! I will admit that I maybe have sex too much...but that doesn't make me dirty." The blonde folded his arms over his chest and pouted.

"Jiminie, don't listen to other people. They gain pleasure seeing you freak out about what they say." The brunette continued and pulled away from Jihyun and went to the fridge.

He grabbed two bottles of water and walked over to Jimin, handing him one because he knew had had came back from the studio.

"Don't let it bother you. Now go take a shower 'cause you stink."

The blonde laughed softly and went to the bathroom. As he stepped in and turned the faucet, Jihyun barged in with wide eyes and an agape mouth.

"The guy is thirty!?" He shrieked.

Jimin giggled and shook his head.

"Twenty nine actually. But he's thirty in two months."

"How is that better!?"