the girlfriend survey | exo ambw

one.

one; the dare
mel johnson

he sits back, eyes twinkling with mischief and many other things that made me want to run like a little kid to my mother and have her protect me from the monsters. he was a monster, if monsters were insanely adorable, had plump cheeks, and the irritatingly cute desire to annoy people and smirk every chance they got to. he licked his plump bottom lip, biting the tip of his thumb, black hair falling messily across his forehead.

"are you sure?" he asks, voice overflowing with underlying mischief and humor. i take a minute to think about it, fiddling with the opal ring on my index finger, while his friends observed us closely, sometimes taking sips from their beers. one of them was eyeing me a little too closely and was about to get knocked down a couple inches if he tried anything.

"i wouldn't have said it, if i weren't." i grit, tightening my hold on my purse in my lap, trying to prevent it from being stolen by the drunken idiots he called his friends (sadly, he was trying to make them my friends also). he snaps his fingers and i flinch momentarily at its loudness as he points to a short, skinny boy with pale skin and blond hair. his resting bitch face reminded me of my own.

"yoongi, go get my laptop, please," jimin pouted, folding his hands under his chin, poking his bottom lip out, staring at the boy with puppy dog eyes. for a while, yoongi sat in his spot on the floor and stared at jimin boredly, not planning to move at all, until jimin released a tiny whimper that made yoongi sigh. he stood up from his place on the floor and made his way pass his friends and around the corridor to jimin's room. jimin winked at me playfully. "now, that's how you get a man to do what you want."

"oh please, jimin, you're just too gay to function and you have that boy whipped." one of jimin's friends yelled, causing a roar of laughter to follow behind it. i might have laughed a bit, but i quickly composed myself as i recognize him as one of jimin's underground rapper friends along with jimin's boy toy, yoongi aka suga. his stage name was rap monster and i find it hilarious because all he did since he got here was accidentally break stuff.

"actually, i'm bisexual. i just prefer dick most of the time." jimin flipped the little bit of hair he had, looking at me afterwards and sending me a smirk while ruffling his black locks. i looked at him, judging silently. who does he think he is?

"is it because your dick is small?" another person yells out, loudly. his bright red hair brings out his loud personality for sure. i made sure my ears were working perfectly as they were ringing from the loudness of his voice. did he swallow a megaphone or something when he was younger? jimin flushes a bright red, starting with the tips of his ears as it makes itself prominent on his cheeks. he looks around in embarrassment.

"no!" he sputters, turning an even brighter red. i might have found it a little adorable if it weren't for the fact that he was a little shit. yoongi then walks in with a rose gold macbook in his arms, saving jimin from his embarrassment. he sighs in relief and takes the macbook from him, yoongi deciding to sit beside him, effectively closing off the space in between jimin and i.