The Mafia Gang | BTS

Chapter Seventeen ~ Jimin Junior

The next day was kind of like a break for the gang considering the fact that Yoongi was going through a list of inviting people, Taehyung and Hoseok were discussing food and drinks, and Jimin was arguing with Namjoon and Seokjin on whether or not they should get a DJ or just use someone's phone and an AUX chord.

"I never thought that throwing a party with a Mafia Gang could be so difficult." You said out loud.
"This is also pretty normal for us because these hyungs like to make things interesting." Jungkook explained.
"Why make things interesting when parties turn into a riot of its own?" Ara included herself into the conversation.
"Took the words right out of my mouth." You agreed.

"All right, I've had enough of this." You sighed getting up to settle the argument between the three boys.

"What's the problem?" You asked.
"Babe, don't you think we should get a DJ?" Jimin asked giving you puppy dog eyes.
"Depends, why?"
"He thinks it'll make the party lively, but DJs are just a waste of money when you can hook your phone to an AUX chord." Namjoon rolled his eyes.
"Well, how much is a DJ?"
"100,000₩ an hour." Seokjin said.
"Don't get the DJ."
"See! Even (Y/N) agrees with us." Namjoon said.
"I thought you were on my side." Jimin pouted crossing his arms over his chest.
"Think about it, why waste money on a DJ when you can create a playlist on your phone of the songs that any DJ would play at a party?" You tried to reason with Jimin.
"It's not the same." He huffed.
"Don't be such a baby." Seokjin rolled his eyes making Jimin sulk even more. You chuckled placing yourself on Jimin's lap.
"Who needs a DJ when you can have much more fun with me?" You seduce Jimin while running your fingers generously through his soft hair.
"I suppose you're right." Jimin calmed down smirking at you as he ran his fingers up and down your spine.

"Mind taking that somewhere else? There are decent people around you, ya know?" Namjoon asked in total disgust.
"I swear, if you have a boner, I'm kicking you out because I don't want to be staring at Jimin Junior fighting against fabric." Yoongi threatened.
"Is that a confession?" Jimin smirked.
"That was way out of context, hyung." Taehyung chuckled.
"Wait-what? Hell no!" Yoongi denied himself.
"I am not gay." He defended.
"Even if I was, I would definitely not be interested in Jimin. I don't understand how (Y/N) tolerates him."
"Now you're just being rude." Jimin pouted.
"You're being such a baby today." You laughed leaning your body against him nuzzling your nose into the nape of his neck.
"Because you're all jerks." He whined.
"Even me?" You raised an eyebrow.
"Well no I-"
"Because I can be way meaner than that." You whispered to him nibbling on his neck.
"Well I guess you're going to have to kick us out now because Jimin Junior is arising." Jimin shot up dragging you out with him.
"Gross!" Was the last thing you heard before you were gone.

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"What should I wear?" You asked as you looked through your clothes.
"Does it matter? You look beautiful all the time." Jimin replied as he still laid in bed butt naked.
"I wanna look good with my boyfriend." You reasoned.
"Skinny jeans and a crop top is fine."
"Do I have any dresses?" You asked yourself ignoring Jimin.
"Oh! I have just the thing!" You gathered your outfit together and set it aside.
"Baby." Jimin groaned.
"What?" You turned to look at him.
"What you wear doesn't matter, just come back to bed."
"All right, all right. I'm done anyway." You slipped back into Jimin arms skin against skin.

Jimin began to place delicate kisses all over your face causing you to smile.
"Oh how I would love to stay in bed with you forever." Jimin cried out.
"You still can." You grinned.
"Yes, but we have a party to tend to." Jimin sighed.
"You make it seem like we have no other choice but to go."
"Technically we do."
"What do you mean?"
"Since we all pitched in, we have to go, unless there's an emergency." He explained.
"Well, I guess we should get ready now." You sat up.
"What time is it?" He asked, and you reached over to look at your phone.
"We have less than an hour before the party starts."