Princess To Playboy||JIKOOK

☆9☆

“Where were you Jimin? You said you will be back in a moment and are coming back after an eternity. You have been missing these days a lot” Jimin expected this question. That's why he came prepared.

“Eomma came for something. I had to go with him. When is the party.”

“At eight. Kai was so disappointed when he didn't see you when he was popping the champagne bottle.” Sunoo said with a pout.

Both the males walked towards the parking lot with their bags. Jimin was still feeling hot and flushed. He was in a temporary bliss. And his steps staggered every minute, but he was glad Sunoo didn't notice it.

“Let him be. At least I gave him a hug for the first time. I don't want to give him false hope. You should tell him to back off already.”

Jimin and Sunoo stopped in front of Jimin's car.

“Why are you so cruel? He is a nice guy. I would have said yes without any delay if he had asked me.” Sunoo said with a pout and Jimin smiled playfully.

“Do you want me to tell him that?”

“No, Please don't. I don't want to date him. Anyways, see you at eight Jiminie.”

The latter nodded before entering his car with slow steady movements. Once he settled his butt inside, Jimin let out a relieved sigh.

He bit his bottom red lips and sighed. He reeked of Jungkook, but somewhat he is not getting offended by it. His p*ssy was aching and his legs still shivered. He needs a rest before the party. 

Jimin wanted to avoid his mother anyhow. That's why he was silently tiptoed towards his room.

“Minnie.”

The said person closed his eyes tightly before turning around slowly. He was mindful of keeping a hand over his exposed belly.

“Did you wear that to college, Minnie?” Yoongi gasped dramatically. He analyzed Jimin from up close. Jimin had no answer even though he knew his mother was going to catch him in this small skirt and top.

“It's all because of Hobi you are out of hands. ‘My princess’ can do whatever he wants.” Yoongi mocked Jimin with the last sentence putting air quotations over ‘my princess’. Jimin knew how his father used to call his mother princess. But once Jimin was born, he became his father's princess. His mother can still get jealous when his father calls him that.

“Today was the match, eomma and do you know what?  Jeon Jungkook lost the game.” Yoongi's face morphed into that of delight and spirit in an instant forgetting the matter at hand.

“Really?” Jimin was glad his mother forgot about his dress with that small information.

“That's not just it. He kicked the ball to their own court. That was hilarious.” Yoongi smiled his gummy smile. He definitely got something to taunt Jin in the upcoming meeting.

“I am tired. Let me go take a rest.”

“You reek of sweat Jimin. What were you doing there? Go and take a bath. And I didn't forget about your dress, Minnie. I am sending you to college, not a fashion show.” Jimin ignored the last sentence before entering the elevator.

If only his mother knew that his core enemy's son was ravishing him inside the college shower room. His mother would have broken hell here. He was covered in Jungkook's spit and sweat and still had his babies inside his p*ssy.

Jimin kicked the clothing in his hand inside the small laundry basket with a mad frown.

“That bloody Jeon literally broke me. You weren't a virgin to begin with, Jimin.” He had to complain since he saw red stains over his panty even though he wasn't a virgin. The older sure has a massive c*ck.