Unsatisfied with your life was an understatement. Being under the thumb of your father can have that effect. He wanted someone capable of running the company, but you wanted to pursue your passion. Countless unwanted blind dates and the threat of lo...
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I found everyone outside on the back patio after getting dressed. Most of that time was spent trying to get dressed between fits of laughter as we all had a good chuckle at Taehyung's expense. One that he didn't appreciate very much despite it being his fault that got him in that predicament to begin with when he made the decision to forgo the towel. Now, much to his displeasure, one of the two houseguests for the evening had seen more of them than I think either man ever wanted to.
Lucky for him, Jackson was a pretty laid-back guy. Although another look at him as we emerged from inside the house would beg to differ seeing as how his cheeks nearly burst into the flames the second he saw Tae. Poor man would be scarred for life now most likely. Doomed to visualize another incredibly handsome and undoubtedly well-crafted man in all aspects every time he closed his eyes. The thought made me giggle, catching the attention of Jin nearby who had taken it upon himself to set the outdoor table.
"Something funny?"
"Oh, I'm sure you'll hear about it sooner or later. Can I help?"
"Sure. There's a few more plates of food that need to be brought out. Care to help me carry them?"
"I'd be happy to."
I followed him back inside. Passing Jungkook on his way out who sent me a sly wink as we brushed shoulders. It occurred to me that perhaps Jimin wasn't the only one who had heard what went on upstairs earlier as I rounded the corner into the kitchen only to be met by a wall. A wall of muscle that is as Jin's arms wrapped around my waist to keep me from falling over. He pulled me away from the hall and out of sight of the backyard, pinning me against one of the counters.
He had a boyish grin on his face, highlighting his youth despite all the tease he gets for being the oldest.
"What is it?" I asked, tilting my head to the side as I surveyed his features, trying to gauge why he was so giddy.
"There's something we want to talk with you about later. If it's okay with you?"
"Of course. Why wouldn't it be? Are you going to let me know what it's about?"
The sound of the back door sliding open and loud voices carrying into the house had him backing away from me a couple of steps.
"We'll talk after dinner and it's just us." He murmured.
He reached out for one of the dishes sitting on the counter, handing it off to me.
"Take this and I'll meet you outside."
I nodded, but before I could leave, him calling my name made me pause to turn back to him.
"I almost forgot. I got you these at the store earlier."
He quickly walked over to the fridge, rummaging in it before pulling out a glass jar that instantly had a wide smile splitting my face.
