Shut Up || Yoonmin

Six|| Sharing

•Word Count•
579
Jimin's POV

Damn. My ass hurts. We went at it a little too hard.

I was wearing Hoseok's shirt from before. The guys better not notice or I swear I'll die of embarrassment.
The familiar warmth i felt at my side made me smile.
"Hyungie~"
"Jiminie~"

I turned around and my arms made their way to his neck. Hoseok looked so cute, horse face or not. I don't care.
He leaned closer and kissed my lips.
I kissed back and pulled away after a few seconds.

Good timing. A knock on the door echoed through the room. I blushed and turned to the door. Then to him.
He grabbed a shirt from his drawer and put it on then answered the door.

Yoongi.
Of course.

"Hyu-"
"Where's Jimin?"
"Uh. He's right here. Why?"
"It's dinnertime. Tae bought pizzas," he answered coldly. "Jimin. Come here."

Shit.

"Why?" I asked.
"Park. Jimin. Come. Here," he commanded through gritted teeth.

I sighed and walked over. I didn't stand directly in front of him. Just behind Hoseok.
"What do you want, Yoongi?" I questioned.
"Fuck--" he huffed "I need a favor."
"What kind of 'favor'?" i shot, using air quotes.

"The unspeakable kind. I need to talk to you--" he glared at Hobi "-- In private." He stressed the "private" part.

I looked to Hoseok helplessly.
Please don't make me go with him.
He grabbed my hand and took me a few steps back.

"Jimin...,"he whispered,"What do you think he wants?"
"I don't know...Hold on," i whispered back. Then i glanced at Yoongi, gave him a once-over.

He looked "hungry."

Yoongi licked his lips and started checking me out....
Fuck.

I turned back to Hoseok.
"He-- he wants me."
"I'm not letting you go then."
"Thank you..."

We walked back to him. I folded my arms and went all sassy.
"I'm not going," i said in a snarky voice.
"Jimi--"
"No."
"B-"
"Nah."
"H-"
"Shut it, Yoongi."

He looked angry now. He glared at Hoseok.
"Why is he wearing your shirt?"
"Uhm--"
"Hoseok...Did you touch him?" Yoongi asked. He looked ready to give Hoseok a black eye.

"Back off, Yoongi," i said and stepped between them.
"What ever happened to that break-up? Huh?" he turned his glare to me.
"None of your business," i answered coldly.
"You cheating on me, midget?"
"We were never together."

That made him so mad. I swear, his face went red down to his neck. I looked up to Hoseok who was scared to death.

How do i know he's scared?
A bead of sweat trickled down from his hair.

That usually happens when he's scared.

Plus. Yoongi has beat his ass before. He'll do it again.

"You've got some nerve coming in here and accusing him of that," I scolded Yoongi, "Who are you to tell me who I sleep with?"
"You slept with him?!" Yoongi yelled.
"Yeah! And I'm glad I did!"
"Park Jimin. I fucking swear to God--"
"Thats enough, Yoongi. Get the fuck out," Hoseok said sternly.

I hated hearing that voice. It makes him so upset. And when he's upset everyone else is too....

I sighed and shut the door in Yoongi's face, ignoring the shouts of curse words. I turned to face Hoseok.
"Hyung, I-"
"Sh. I'll bring dinner up here. Stay..." he told me and was out the door before i could respond.

I hate Yoongi

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Author's note:
Short story. It sucks. I'm so done.