𝐌𝐫. 𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭 || 𝐊𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐉𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐅

💍𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟. 21💍

"So, how do you become a gold digger?" Jin pondered aloud as he munched on his Chips. After the class ended, he and Jimin sat in the park, both indulging in their own potato chips. While Jin was busy contemplating, Jimin scanned the park for cute guys.

"Jiminah! Stop looking at boys. Look at me and give me some damn ideas, dude!"

"Uhm, I don't know... no idea coming up. Maybe it will if I get a boyfriend for myself too," Jimin grinned as he spotted a boy who caught his eye, but quickly averted his gaze as Jin smacked him.

"Stop being ridiculous and help me. How can I become a gold digger... what does a gold digger even do anyway?"

"Uh, simple. Just waste his money and annoy him to buy you expensive things."

"Oh yes... hmm, let me think." Jin munched on the chips and sipped his cola, deep in thought. Suddenly, an idea popped into his mind, and he jumped off the bench he was sitting on. "Finally! Jiminah, forget about the part-time job I asked for earlier. My so-called husband is damn rich. Why would I work when I can waste his money? Haha!"

"What's going on inside that little brain of yours?" Jimin asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Shut up and just wait and see," Jin winked at him before checking his pockets, only to realize he still didn't have a phone.

"Oh my freaking goodness! I can't believe I still don't have a phone with me. How did I live these days without a darn phone!" Jin exclaimed, holding his head in disbelief, almost dropping his chips but managing to catch them just in time and placing them safely on his lap. For Jin, the safety of his snacks always came first.

Jimin nonchalantly rolled his eyes and remained silent, munching on his potato chips, still looking for looking boys. Jin, feeling a bit frustrated, decided to take matters into his own hands. He rummaged through Jimin's bag and found his phone. With a determined look, he dialed a number, only to pause for a moment, realizing something crucial.

"Wait... I don't know his number," Jin sighed, blinking his eyes in disbelief.

"Wow, amazing. You don't even know your own husband's number. Simply utterly amazing," Jimin sarcastically clapped his hands, amused by the situation.

Jin shook his head, feeling a bit embarrassed. "How am I supposed to call him now?"

"Give it to me." Jimin said, taking the phone and fumbling with something.

"Here it is."

"His number?" Jin asked, curious. Jimin nodded. "How do you have his number?!"

For a moment, Jimin paused, then replied, "He is worldwide known, Jin. Be smart for once, will you?" Jimin typically said in a way that Jin wouldn't question anything. He reluctantly didn't question and nodded, taking the phone.

After a few rings, the call was accepted.

"Yes, Jimin?"

"Hey, how do you know my best friend's name?" Jin asked shocked,

There was a long silence from the other side of the call, even Jin was taken aback. Jungkook finally spoke, his voice filled with surprise. "Darling, he is your best friend, of course, I know him. Besides, we might have met at our wedding day."

"You did?" Jin asked, looking at Jimin who confirmed with a awkward nod.

Suspiciously staring at Jimin, Jin then turned his attention to Jungkook's question. "Darling, how did you call me? You need anything? I think I told Itsuki to stay around you to get you whatever you want. Don't tell me he isn't doing his job properly, should i fire him?"