Mr. Playboy | Jungkook

Perverts In Disguise

"Jeon Jungkook! I swear to God I will murder you!"

"That's if you even catch me! Namjoon can run faster than you!"

"Oh no you didn't!"

I was running around the house, chasing Jungkook like if he was a chicken on the loose, because for the hundreth time, he has secretly snuck his laundry with mine so I would wash it.

And I hated it.

So I finally decided to beat him up for it. But now I am even more irritated, being bothered by the comment he made about me being slower than Namjoon.

"I told you to stop putting your dirty clothes in my laundry!" I yelled, dodging every corner on the tables, making sure I didn't bump into the guys. Jungkook laughed like a child, a wide smile plastered on his face, showing his bunny like teeth.

"Why are you chasing me?! I'm older than you!" He grinned, totally enjoying the wild goose chase.

I don't frickin' care!

Before he could run through the living room, Yoongi stuck his foot out, making him stumble and fall. He fell front ward, barely reacting quick enough to stop himself with his hands. "Ow!" He yelled in pain, his limbs spread out like a starfish on the carpet.

"Thank you Yoongi," I said victoriously, shooting him a close lipped smile. The guys looked at Yoongi, surprised that he actually helped me. He just shrugged, loving to watch us argue like little children.

I looked around crazily, quickly spotting a pillow Hoseok had on his lap. He already knew what I wanted, handing me the cushion. "What the hell hyung?!" Jungkook exclaimed, feeling betrayed by Yoongi and Hoseok. He rolled over on his back, not expecting my sudden attack.

I made sure he couldn't escape from my grasp, squeezing my legs together to trap his body, and I started hitting him repeatedly.

"I. Told. You. To. Stop. Putting. Your. Dirty. Laundry. With. My. Clothes!" I scolded, hitting him between every pause.

The rest of the guys watched us fight, not even trying to separate the both of us, since it was a daily thing. He blocked his face with his arms, bucking his hips to get me off of him.

Without warning, he managed to grip my arms and flip me around, his muscular thighs threatening to crush my waist. "Ugh," I groaned, smacking him on the thighs. He began hitting me with the pillow, but in a playful manner, so it didn't hurt.

The corners of his mouth were wide, almost touching his ears. The creases on the sides of his brown eyes was so adorable, his eyes almost disappeared.
I couldn't help it, but a little part of me just wanted to pounce on him and stick my tongue down his throat.

Ugh. Nevermind, that's kind gross.

Not realizing that I was staring at him, I caught him off guard, "Why are you staring at me like that? Weirdo..."

"You know what?!" I exclaimed, about to unleash my wrath onto this ignorant boy.

"Stop it! We're trying to watch a movie." Namjoon spoke, tired of the ruckus. Jungkook rolled his eyes and stood up, throwing the pillow at me one last time, shooting me a little grin.

"Annoying ass," I muttered under my breath, not amused with his mocking grin. "Just help her with the laundry, then we'll call it even." Jimin suggested, trying to make a fair punishment.

After his suggestion, I knew Jungkook was planning something because he showed signs of a sneer and a quiet chuckle. I glared at him, tired of his games and evil schemes. "Help me up," I said in an annoyed tone, sticking my arms out.