ONLY MINE | JINKOOK/YOONMIN

Jungkook

"Jimin, let's get married." Jimin stared at me shocked, with his mouth open.

"Ju-Jungkook, I-"

"Did you really expect me to say something like that? Do you really think you'd have a chance if Jin and I broke up?" I asked with a sneer, standing up from the couch. I walked to my bar, my back to Jimin.

"Asshole," Jimin whispered, he was upset. I could hear it in his voice. He deserved it anyway. That little fucker is my best friend but I am getting fed up by his nosiness.

"What is going on here?" Yoongi's voice echoed through the silent room. I turned to him and with peripheral vision saw Jimin wiping his eyes quickly.

"Starting party!" I exclaimed and lifted my arms above my head with bottles in my hands. 

"Me and Jimin are getting married!" I shouted excitedly. Yoongi approached me with an annoyed expression.

"Stop this bullshit. I have bigger problems than your drunk ass." Yoongi said with a slight poke in my chest with his finger. I let those bottles from my hands freely fall and stared at Yoongi intensively.

"And what will you do if I will not? Will you marry him first? I don't think so. You'd need balls for that." I smirked mockingly.

"Stop it! Both of you!" Jimin yelled and stood between the two of us, pushing Yoongi away with his back and pushing me away with his hands on my chest.

"Yoongi! Be the smart one here and stop!" Jimin yelled angrily and Yoongi stood up straight.

"I'll let it pass this time but just because you are having a hard time. Again." Yoongi rolled his eyes and sat down on the couch. Jimin sat down beside him and put his hand into Yoongi's and gave him a little smile. I almost threw up.

"Who will clean this mess when you fired all your servants?" Yoongi asked, pointing toward two shattered bottles on the ground. 

"What? This? I don't need it to be cleaned up." I said and went barefoot to the couch through the shards. 

"Jungkook! Are you mad?" Jimin screamed scared.

"I don't know," I whispered and closed my eyes, leaning my back against the couch. 

* * *

"I am sorry, Mr. Jeon. I am really not interested in you or the things you could offer. I am here to borrow money." Jin said smoothly and confidently. 

"I am sorry but I insist on my condition," I replied with an amused smirk. Jin blinked a few times his big doe eyes and then smirked as if he just won the fight.

"I will be more than pleased to accompany you to dinner tonight. If we will hold things professionally and in innocent manners." Jin said with a small bow of his head.

A few hours later...

"Oh fuck!" Jin groaned loudly as he cummed on the leather seat. I pulled my face from his buttcheeks with a satisfied smirk.

"This is what I call dessert," I said and whipped my mouth. Jin put his pants back on and sat down beside me in the back seat of my car. I grabbed his jaw and pulled him into a deep, wet kiss. I felt how nervous he was and I knew all his confidence was fake. 

"I wanna take you to my apartment," I said in the kiss. Jin pulled from the kiss and looked at me worried.

"I don't think it's a good idea." He said insecure. 

"Why is that?" I asked while caressing his neck.

"I really need the money, but...not that much," Jin said and looked away from me embarrassed.