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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"No. Go fish."
Hobi pouted, but drew a card anyway.
"I can't believe that out of all the games we brought, you chose to play go fish." Jin chuckled.
He shook his head as he chopped vegetables. Hoseok and I sat at the bar, watching him as he made lunch. We had both offered to help, but he declined. Not having anything better to do, especially with the others still asleep or out at the moment, we started a game of cards.
"Well, I would have played spoons, but you can't exactly do that with only two people."
"But there's UNO, or like, board games."
"What's wrong with the game I picked?" I asked, pretending to be offended.
"Nothing, princess. He's just jealous that he can't play." Hoseok smiled, nudging my foot with his.
"I'm just thinking that you could've played something more entertaining for me since you're sitting there anyway." Jin shrugged.
"Next time we'll play white trash then."
Jin stopped, eyes rising to mine from across the counter as Hoseok burst into laughter.
"You'll play what?"
"White trash. Have you never heard of that one?"
"I don't think I want to have heard of it." He mumbled, looking back down to his board full of veggies.
I laughed with Hobi, turning back to my game just as my stomach rumbled loudly. In my defense, after my morning with Jimin, we had skipped breakfast. Not intentionally, but we did go back to sleep for quite some time. By the time I had woke up, Jin was already in the kitchen and Hoseok was where were both sitting now. Jungkook and Taehyung had left in one of the cars earlier and even though I was almost certain Jin knew where they had gone, he didn't fess up. Namjoon, Jimin, and Yoongi, to my knowledge, were still in bed.
Jin smirked before setting his knife down and heading to the fridge. As if the man read my mind, he set the jar of pickles he had bought specifically for me in front of me.
"Might as well snack. Lunch will be a bit longer."
"You know me too well." I grinned, popping the lid off. "You know what would be even better?"
Before I could say anything more, Jin set a bowl of cheese next to the jar. I gasped, pulling the bowl closer and looking up at him.
"How did you know?"
"I might have had a conversation about it with Kat."
I took a bite of my pickle, popping a cube of cheese in with it and nodding.
"You're outdoing yourself."
"And he has risen!" Hoseok laughed, looking behind me.
Before I could turn around to see who it was, a pair of arms wound around me from behind. A head falling heavily onto one of my shoulders. Out of the corner of my eye, I recognized the silvery shade as he groaned tiredly.
