A lovely short slice of the life depicting a lazy weekend in, fluff, nasty stuff and the bond between Jungkook and his two girlfriends😋
⚠️ For Mature Readers ONLY⚠️
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"So who's in charge here? You or her.." Katya pointed her half-eaten french fry between the couple sitting across from her in the booth.
The post-rush buzz in the old-school-themed burger joint was supposed to give the three of them the space and comfort to have conversations such as this. Katya was fresh off from work with aching ankles from bartending all night. A gig she found to be her niche after her meager attempts at typical 9 to 5's flopping. It wasn't odd for her to get offers out for a late dinner and nightcap post-shift, with these two specifically, but tonight's meeting was different than the others for many reasons.
Janelle takes a sip from her soda through a straw, her pretty eyes lifting through her ebony bangs at the copper-headed redbone across from her. Beside her, Jungkook chewed lazily with his arm stretched over the back of the red tufted booth behind his girl's head. He glances at Janelle expectedly as he reaches for one of her fries, the two of them smirking knowingly. She gives him a little nod and he returns it before speaking.
"No one's in charge of anyone." Jungkook muffles over his food, adding the stolen fry to the pile in his mouth. Janelle nods in agreement, swallowing her sip of soda and pushing her cup aside.
"Yeah, come on Kat. You know us. There's no hierarchy here. He's with me and I'm with him." she insists.
And she did know them. Mostly in passing at first. Jungkook frequented the outside of her bar with his gorgeously loud group of friends on their bikes with their tattoos and growling engines like mating calls on a Saturday night. She rarely paid them much mind.
At least until he brought those tattoos inside, flashing her with that stupid pierced smile before asking for a drink. Through small talk, they became mildly acquainted, nothing unusual or overly flirtatious. Something Katya found intriguing until it became clear to her that Jungkook was taken.
