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Chapter 46

Tia's POV

Not only have my ancestors given me a peek at the passion the guys and I will hold dearly, but they have also informed me of the best way to navigate situations to keep us all safe. I had told Jimin that I was keeping something from them to prevent a situation that could harm us physically and mentally. However, I couldn't reveal more details as it might negatively impact our timeline. I know that if I told him, he would immediately tell the others in an attempt to keep me safe. Because of that, I also couldn't let him know of today's events.

"Y'all, I'm starving! We don't have anything to cook for lunch," I whine while sprawled across the couch, my head resting in Taehyung's lap. Even though we did have a late breakfast, it's well past lunchtime and my belly lets me know by rumbling loudly. This is just another reason to put some fire under these guys.

"We, literally, just had breakfast," Jungkook chuckles while rubbing my calf, his eyes fixed on the TV screen. "There's no way you're hungry again already."

"It's okay, my baby," Taehyung says sweetly yet teasingly while stroking my hair. I pout up at his handsome face, which makes him laugh, then offer, "We'll go as soon as Yoongi gets here, okay?"

"There are still chips in the pantry. Do you want a bag to hold you over?"

"Joonie, you're so sweet but I want meat," I say, declining his offer, not even realizing I'd inadvertently walked myself into a joke.

"Well, if that's the case, I just might have something you can snack on," Jungkook teases.

I can't help but laugh out loud and kick at him playfully.

"Wow, Koo. While that sounds appetizing, I'll save that for later."

Our laughter dies down before Jimin can ask, "Did Hoseok say what time he'd be back from Bangtan?"

"He said it'd be later this evening, most likely," I answer him without looking over at him lying on the floor near Namjoon's chair, scrolling on his phone judging by the Tiktok sounds I hear.

"So we really do need to leave as soon as Yoongi gets here so that we can make dinner before he gets back," Jungkook realizes.

"Or we could just do takeout tonight? Seems like that would be the easiest thing so you guys won't be rushing," Namjoon suggests.

"That sounds good to me," Taehyung says, smiling down at me.

"You know I don't mind that at all. Maybe we could get food from that new restaurant Tia wanted to try," Jimin adds.

"Bet, that sounds like a plan then. Since we're in no rush now, how about-," Jungkook says as he runs his hand up my thighs to glide his finger under the hem of my black shorts.

"Koo!" I giggle as he leans across the couch, slithering his body to lay on top of me.

"Damn, this man never quits," Namjoon says to no one in particular with a snicker.

"He is quite insatiable, huh?" Jimin laughs, answering Namjoon.

"I swear," Taehyung agrees with a chuckle, joining the other men. "I don't see how he does it. I guess I'm getting old cause my back is still sore from helping move those mattresses last night," he retorts as he fondly runs his fingers through Jungkook's hair, who is now kissing me deeply. Jungkook parts my legs with his knee, making room to rest his semi-erect manhood against my mound.

My giggles have long turned into moans and I find myself fighting the urge to allow my mind to cloud over with lust. I can't. I have to get them out of this house. While I wish this make-out session could continue, I gently push Jungkook away by his shoulders.