YOU, ME, & SHE • |KTH AU| •

twenty-four

Over the next few days, Jimin visits me a lot. We lock ourselves away in my room most of the time, just talking and hanging out.

I not-so-smoothly try to avoid Iseul but she approaches me anyway, breaking the awkwardness; She never brings up the Jennie issue again.

As for Taehyung, he continues to ignore me, but I don't care anymore. I just continue to focus on Jimin.

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Another yawn sneaks up on me as I open the door to my room. I've just arrived home from a charged movie date with Jimin, and I'm beat. Eyes half open, I step into the dark space and flip the lights on.

And my eyelids snap open. "Woah, what the fuck!"

Jennie is just sitting there on my couch, like it's no big deal.

"What the hell are you doing in here??" I demand, stepping up to her.

She just stares and stares at me, her eyes narrowed to slits.

"Hellooo," I say, waving a hand in her face. "I don't have all night, what do you want?"

She slowly stands and takes a step towards me. "How?" She demands, crossing her arms. "How does Jimin fit into your schemes?"

I scoff, folding my own arms. "Like I'd ever tell you my plans."

"Whatever you're planning won't work."

"Only time will tell, Nini..."

"Just move out of here and go and live with Jimin, Narae," Jennie says, her tone all advisory. "He's crazy about you, and hot and really rich. Just go, forget Taehyung. The way he's been treating you lately - it's going to be like that forever. Things won't ever go back to the way it was between you two."

I spin around and march to the door.
"Get out," I spit out, swinging it open for her.

"Fine," She says, rolling her eyes and sauntering over. "Tae is waiting for me anyway... He designed this for me, you know," She unties her black silk robe, revealing the skimpy, lacy lingerie set she's wearing. "I just can't wait for him to rip it off..."

"Yeah whatever," I reach for her and shove her out the door. "Enjoy his cock while it lasts," And then I slam the door in her face.

Un-fucking-believable.

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A Few Days Later

I sigh contentedly as I step out of the steamy bathroom, the hot water having soothed my tired muscles. Wrapping my robe tighter, I make my way over to my vanity, smiling at my reflection as I reach for my serum. Humming, I smooth a few drops over my T-zone and cheeks. I'm reaching for my moisturizer next when when the door swings open and Jimin strides inside without knocking.

I jump in surprise, gaping at him. "Why the hell?"

"We're besties. Besties don't knock." His peach hair is tousled, and he's wearing sweats, a tight T-shirt, and a surly expression. In his right hand is a bottle of Hwayo 53.

"You need to leave for a bit so I can change," I say.

He saunters over and leans down, bringing his mouth to my ear. "But you look sexy as hell in that robe," His breath brushes my neck, but I don't smell alcohol on it. I don't think he's dipped into the bottle yet. "Stay in it."

His eyes drop to my bare leg, draped on top of the other and peeking out of the robe. Without another comment, he turns around and heads to my bed, flops onto the mattress and rests his head on my pillows.