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9. Jealous?

Yesterday was fun. We sat and binge watch a bunch of movies while eating the delicious food Taehyung brought. Jimin left around 9 p.m so did Taehyung soon after. I was so happy I couldn't even sleep. Jiminie confessed to me yesterday.....*Blush Blush*

I laid on my couch scrolling through my phone until a notification popped out on the top of my phone.

Jimin: I'm coming over

I tapped on the text and replied

Jihye: Come quickly! :)

My heart is speeding up as my fingers crossed the screen. I can't believe this is happening right now. Each time when he texted me, talked to me, touched me, it gives me this unexplainable feeling I can't describe. I don't want him to stop because it feels great...

I turned on the tv and sat down with my breakfast. Silence for a good 5 minutes only the background sound coming from the tv until the beeping came from the door. I put my plate down and immediately ran towards the door.

"Jimin?" I said to myself but the door opened and it was Taehyung.

"Oh." my expression instantly dropped to a straight face.

"What's that face for" Tae huffed as he walked in and took off his shoe still holding a bag of deliciousness, I could smell it.

"Nothing" I sighed slightly walking back to the living room with Tae, eyeing the food in his hand.

We sat down on the couch and he began to dig in as I watch him, my mouth was slightly open and gulping as he took a mouthful.

"You want some?" He offered "I can see you eyeing my food from the corner of my eye"

I stared at him for a second, feeling suspicious about him. One, he never shares food. And Two, he's never this nice towards me. I hesitated but nodded. C'mon who can resist when someone offers you food?

He slid the deliciousness towards me. Just as I picked up my fork and decided to dig in he pulled away.

I looked up to him. A smirk plastered on his. "You really think I would share my food without any trades?" He sneered.

"What do you want?"

"Clean my room please, " without any sincerity laced to his voice.

I huffed at his ridiculousness, C'mon, food for cleaning your room? That's a trash trade. Which led me to my final decision. I'll fight for that food centered right on the coffee table.

The countdown begins in my head as the imagine timer ticks down. 3. 2. 1. My hands swiftly charged towards the tray. I was this close to the touch of that foamy tray. So close. Till Tae's hand reached it. He must have noticed my intense gaze when my head was in countdown. He was so ready to grab it before I was.

Damn it

He grabbed the food and went behind the couch lifting that foamy white tray in one hand up towards the sky

"Want this?" he mocked, his corner curled up.

I mentally cursed at myself. Heat creeps up to my face as the anger begins to boil in my tummy, adding on to the hunger. It's not helping. I stood up from my seat. I began to slowly walk towards him then I accelerated. He flipped, he ran, trying to dodge the little pieces of objects in his way. I chased him down following his quick footsteps.

Going round and round the living room filling with constant mocking and remarks, hints of laughter at our stupidity. Tae was finally tired from the running because his pace began to slow. Taking this chance as an advantage I snatched his hood, halting him as the soft material almost choked him, he let out a gasp.