❝𝙄𝙁 𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙈𝙀𝘼𝙉𝙏 𝙏𝙊 𝘽𝙀, 𝙄𝙏'𝙇𝙇 𝘽𝙀❞
✧⭒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆⭒✧
𝘾𝙧𝙖𝙥. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. *𝘈𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨*
- In which, Kim Hae-rin and Kim Taehyung discovers, their lost relations, forever love, friendships and a li...
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The sun rays beamed in the sky, the hustle of the city made prominent that it was a Monday morning. The windows welcomed the blooming light to come in and shine on the group of friends who had plenty of fun last night.
After jungkook's bashful birthday party, all were of them were knocked out on the carpeted floor of the living room. The coffee table which once stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by comfortable sofa, was abandoned at the kitchen area.
Starting from right, jimin was nearly suffocating in taehyung's cuddly hold, beside taehyung, laid haerin who had lianna's legs on top of hers and lianna who's arm was stretched above to hold the remote in her grip from one side and Jungkook held the remote from the other end.
It looked as if sleep took over them when they all were still caught up in a moment. While in reality that was a drunk sleep. They all were tipsy after 3-4 shots and the rest is history.
It was jungkook's birthday, ofcourse there was alcohol.
When the ring of the phone filled the silent room, jimin was the first on to wake up, opening his closed fists and stretching his hands, he groaned at taehyung's iron grip at him. When he pushed taehyung's hands away, that poor guy, still in heavy sleep, turned around and pulled haerin towards himself and held her to fall in dreamless slumber again.
Haerin, greatful for the warmth after being cold on the carpeted floor all night, welcomed him in her personal space and kept her head on his bicep while taehyung wrapped his other arm around her back.
Jimin took a minute to figure out where the ringtone came from, he reached his arm out to grab jungkook's phone laying on the couch with taehyung and haerin's mobile phones.
Jimin sneakely opened one eye attempting to look at the caller ID without damaging his retina from the blinding amount of sunlight peeking from the windows.
Should have drawn the curtains last night.
The white letters on the black background of the phone screen displayed "Mr. Kang", which was enough for jimin to get up and walk towards the kitchen to pick up the phone. He did it so that, the rest of the knocked out people on the floor doesn't wake up.
"Yes sir, I'll let him know" jimin nodded even though he knew the person on the other side of the phone couldn't see him. Jimin was aware of Mr.Kang, he had met him on several occasions, and how could he not?
Mr. Kang was practically Jungkook's babysitter hired by his father
Jimin knew how much jungkook hated being babied. And he also knew how Jungkook's father was overprotective of his only heir to his company and how far he'd go for his company is not a mystery to him.
He has seen that up close.
Once he cut the call, he stood with his hands on the edge of counter trying to wake up more from his tired demneour
