Playboy or Not? |m.yg [under editing]

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My head was throbbing, rather pounding against itself. A toothache in my brain, I hate toothaches. "You awake?"

"Jimin" I addressed, a sigh passing my lips. "Yea pumpkin?" He babied me, his hands holding two little bottles. "Why the fuck am I at your place?" I placed my hand on my head. "You were drunk" Jimin stated the obvious, placing the small bottle in front of me. "Yea I know"

<Time Skip>

"I can't believe I slept at your place" I faked a gag, holding my chest. "It's not that bad" Jimin looked away, probably mumbling to himself. "I don't know, you could of brought another girl home and did the sixty-nine with her while I was knocked out" I continued my actions, adding a crease in my eyebrows. "She got you chim" Baekhyun clicked his tongue, his two hands dropping into his pockets. "And you, I thought your the one who was going to take care of me" I slipped my arms around his waist, locking his middle into a tight squeeze. "Back hugging?" His eyebrows cocked and his smile wiggled into a smirk. "I painful jail" I corrected, my arms squeezing against his coarse cardigan. "Why would it be painful? I would love having your arms around me saying that I'm yours!"

<Yoongi pov>

My fists grazed the walls, and my teeth gritted together. It angered me, so much. That Baekhyun can just effortlessly flirt with her, make a light dust of pink, flower across her face. So why. Why can't I get her back?