the girlfriend survey | exo ambw

two.

two; the aftermath
mel johnson

i woke surprisingly with a rush. an unattractive snort was the first thing that left my mouth as i glanced blearily at the silhouette in front of me. he pushed my phone in front of my face before i got a chance to speak.

"wha?" i blink rapidly, taking my phone out of my roommate, seokjin's hands. i look to see an email and groan in annoyance. he sends me a look, raising his eyebrow.

"your phone was going off- very loudly i might add." he explains, gradually cleaning up my room. it's a habit of his. he usually does this when he's about to ask or lecture me about something. he side-eyes me, taking a glance at the phone i barely looked at and his lips presses into thin lines. i roll my eyes, here it comes. "so, when did you get into kpop, hmm? i thought you hated it because they were taking from black culture."

"what do you mean? my feelings about kpop never changed." i sat up, watching as he hummed, bending down to pick up a shirt that i had thrown on the floor. he stands up and glances back at my phone. that gives me enough sense to actually read the words on the screen. it was an email from sm entertainment. what the actual fuck?

the email starts off with 'congratulations exo-l, you are compatible with every member of the current exo!' i stop reading and begin to curse jimin and his future (probably) adopted children. he fucking set me up! the nerve of that little shit!

i skim through the rest of the email and my mouth drops open. no not in awe, but in pure shock and dismay. seokjin takes it upon himself to close my mouth with his hand.

"i'm gonna kill him, jin." was all i said as he removed his hand from my mouth. he laughed and playfully ruffled my hair, earning a death glare from me. he raises his hands up in defense, smirking.

"so you finally figured it out, huh?"

***

"park jimin, you're so fucking dead!" i shout, slamming open the door to his dorm. i hear a couple groans come from the living area. are they still sleeping there? oh well, jimin deserves it for what he just put me through.

"shhh, be quiet. you're too loud." he rasps, squinting his eyes as i grow closer and closer to where he was lying on his couch. i grab a pillow and throw it at his face, effectively making him groan in pain. the pillow stays on his face for a while before he sits up and blinks at me.

"you did this to me!" i point at him accusingly and throw my phone at his chest, enjoying his groan of pain. that's what you get you little fucker! he picks it up and squints at my phone screen, his eyes getting smaller than they already are.

"what?" he asks in confusion, voice deeper than usual because he woke up. i'm telling you, if jimin wasn't with yoongi, i would be all over that but not really because he's a little shit. he suddenly sobers up, laughing immediately at the email on the screen. i squint at him in confusion as he laughs his ass off. he stops, glances at the screen again and chortles once more.

"what the hell is your problem?!" i throw another pillow at him, but he catches it and puts it beside him. i pout as he laughs again.

"this is a fake email! i had rapmon help me with this stuff. geez, you're actually more gullible than i thought." i swear i heard my heart sighed in relief. i wiped the sweat off my forehead, a heavy weight dropping off of my shoulders. i don't have to be a girlfriend to nine (most likely) annoying idols. the big guy upstairs is really looking after me.

"thank God!" i shout, holding my hands up. relief was good at a time like this. i realize what he said and my focus is back on jimin who is looking at me with an amused look. he looks at my angry facial expression and starts to pale more than usual. i take large steps over to him and he places my phone on the table and runs away. "yoongi won't be able to help you this time jimin!"

"you two are so fucking loud, like shut the fuck up please, damn!" yoongi yells from somewhere in the dorm. my guess is that he's in the bathroom from the sound of a flushing toilet. jimin stills in his place and i pounce on his back, making him squeak as his knees buckle and he falls face forward.

"i second yoongi hyung!" a deep voice grumbles from the floor. i recognize it as rapmon as i continuously roll over jimin, not to be weird, i just do it when he annoys me. which is 99.9% of the time.

"you're next, shitmon!" i yell, pinching jimin on the back of his neck for good measure. i stand up from off of jimin and laugh as jimin lets out a squeak. i hear an 'oh shit' and a bunch of scrambling. i run into the living room to see a shirtless rapmon, trying to put his shirt back on.

i let out a war cry and tackle him, making him fall with a grunt. if someone were to walk in, they would come across me and rapmon in a very compromising position. his shirt was still hanging around his neck and i was straddling him. our eyes meet and i feel my hands fall on my thighs, his hands, rested on my hips, tightened. as soon as i felt somethig poking my inner thigh, i stand up abruptly.

"um." my hands go behind my back, coughing awkwardly. i step around the tall male and stand beside the couch, watching as he stands up awkwardly, covering his erection with his hands, blush covering his face. he hurriedly makes his way down the hall to the bathroom. oh my gosh, that just happened.

"well, that was awkwardly sexual." a groggy voice interuppts my inner conflict and i look down to see the boy from yesterday. i scoff.

"well, no duh!"

"well, no need to be mean about it!"

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so yeah, this was the second chapter. jimin is such a bitch though like fr.