Auralism - myg

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"So stupid..." You mutter to yourself as you watch the reality show on the TV playing in your living room. As you lean back against the couch, you glance at your phone to check what time it is.

Irene is about to be here soon.

Biting onto your lower lip, you reach for the remote and turn the TV off.

Just as you turn the TV off, you hear a knock on your door. You grin at your timing before getting off of your couch, grunting as you do so. Making your way to the door, you set your phone onto your kitchen counter.

"Tacos!" Irene states as she holds up the bag of food once you open the door for her. Grinning, you step aside and let her come in before closing the door behind her.

"Extra hot sauce?" you question.

"Duh, I know you way better than you think I do." She says before laughing. She then makes her way towards your couch and starts opening the bag, unloading the tacos, sauces, and napkins out of the bag as you walk towards the couch. You sit next to her on the couch and lick your lips as you stare down at the tacos.

She puts your tacos to your side as she moves hers in front of her. The both of you start eating right away.

In between bites, she starts speaking.

"Alright, go ahead and start venting." She says. You let out a soft laugh before covering your mouth as you chew the bite of your taco.

"This one isn't a venting one, I'm afraid." You state. She glances over at you while taking another bite of her taco.

"Oh? What is this then?"

"I need advice and I need you to play devil's advocate." You state before sighing softly. You then take another bite of your taco before reaching for a napkin.

Once you finish swallowing that bite, you stare over at her for a few seconds. Pressing your lips together for a second, you set the taco down and shake your head.

She sees you putting it down and looks over at you before raising her eyebrows.

"Oh, this is serious." She mumbles before nodding her head. "Alright, go for it." You reach your hands up and cover your face as you start shaking your head.

"Irene, I don't know what's going on with me." you state before glancing over at her as you create a gap between your fingers as you move them to peek over at her. "I'm starting to get... jealous."

"Jealous of?"

"The other girl that Yoongi's hooking up with. He has a bunch of clients that he has phone sex with but for some fucking reason, I'm jealous of this one girl he's fucking that isn't me." you look over at her and see her starting to smirk as she sets her taco down. "Don't do that." You warn.

"Do what?" she questions before grabbing a napkin and wiping the side of her mouth. "I'm just listening is all. Go on." She says as she leans back on the couch, now crossing her arms over her chest as she stares over in your direction.

"I brought it up to Yoongi and started telling him what was going on but I just... I don't know right now." You state.

"What did Yoongi have to say about it?"

"He basically told me I have many options."

"Options?" You nod. "Elaborate."

"When I told him I was freaking out about getting jealous over it and explained how I don't want him to give up his whole phone sex business or whatever you want to call it, he told me I wouldn't be asking him to give up anything. Pretty much told me that he would prefer to settle down actually since he's growing up and wouldn't mind settling down with me." You say. Irene merely smirks and shakes her head.