𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 || 𝐊.𝐓𝐇

𝟏𝟐 𖥸 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐎𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐒

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When the morning comes, I roll out of bed tiredly. I didn't get a lot of sleep last night thanks to a certain someone.

I slowly stand from the bed and stretch my hands to the ceiling to try and awaken some of my muscles. I yawn widely and rub my eyes. I change into a basic loose T-shirt and some black leggings for the day.

Yesterday was chaotically busy. A lot happened—some of which I'm still trying to process.

Today, I want to relax. Which means I need to stay here and rest up before the next mission arises.

Opening the bedroom door, I walk down the hallway. There's no one in sight, which is starting to become the usual around here.

Going downstairs, the delicious scent of bacon and eggs comes from the kitchen. I follow the smell.

As I near the kitchen, Taehyung and Jungkook are lost in conversation. I walk through the open entrance. They're sitting down at the booth.

"Good morning," Jungkook hums, scooting down for me to sit next to him. I grin and walk forward, but I notice the other girl's presence.

She's on the other side of the table, resting against Taehyung's shoulder, while his arm is wrapped around her.

I don't let my smile falter at the sight of her. Truth be told, my first impression of her was like a spoiled child, and I don't have the patience for people like that.

"Morning," I slide into the seat next to Jungkook. Taehyung sits in front of me on the opposite side. "How did everyone sleep?" I play the kind game.

"I slept well. How did you—"

Jungkook starts to reply, but he gets interrupted by the girl. She acts as if what he has to say doesn't matter, which is starting to get on my nerves as well as Jungkook's, too.

"Well, I had an amazing night. I got to sleep in warm arms and had the hottest sex I ever experienced in my life." She crosses her arms over her chest proudly, cuddling closer to Taehyung's side.

When glancing at him, he wears a disinterested expression on his face.

"How did you sleep? Was it cold in that lonely bed of yours?" She looks at me with a pout.

So we're doing this, huh?

I laugh, looking her directly in the eye amused. "My bed was cozy, honey. You weren't the only one who had sex late last night. The only difference is there wasn't a price agreement because unlike you, I don't open my legs for anyone who flashes a ten-dollar bill."

She lunges at me over the table like a wild animal. Taehyung doesn't stop her. He wears a playful smirk on the corner of his lips while watching it unfold in front of him. Jungkook's expression is different. He's worried, and it's written all over him.

"You fucking bitch—" She crawls over the table. Her knees push the empty plates off onto the floor, shattering into tiny pieces on the polished ground. She reaches out to yank me by the hair.

I slap her across the face before she can move an inch closer. Not under any circumstance will I be involved in some petty, teenage bullshit with an adult.