Your Past is My Future ✓

➻Eighteen

"I know you may not believe me," Taehyung had twisted the bottom of his shirt in his hands. "At least right now, you may not believe me. But I'll prove to you. I'll prove my love for you."

I tried to force the memory from my head as my cheeks burned harder whenever I recalled the memory.

"Is the chicken rice seriously that spicy?" Jimin stared at me. "You're sweating and all red, Abby."

"Dammit, Jin hyung," Namjoon called to Jin who was in the mini kitchen of the hotel, "what did I say about making the food spicy?"

Jin jabbed a chopstick at Namjoon's direction. "You wanna try cooking for seven people all the time, Namjoon-ah be my guest. You can't even chop an onion correctly!"

"Hey! I'm your leader!" Namjoon started climbing over the couch towards Jin while Hoseok clawed at Namjoon to sit back down.

"I'm older than you," Jin fired back.

"I can rap better than you," Namjoon retorted.

"Well I rap like Jay Z!"

"Why was I put in the biggest bunch of idiots out there?" Yoongi groaned.

We were all sitting around the small table in the BTS dorm eating dinner that Jin had cooked because the members were missing Korean food after eating a bunch of American food.

"Abby," Jungkook leaned over the table towards me. "Were you with Taehyung when he ran off? When you disappeared, we couldn't find you either."

Taehyung had eventually gotten caught by a staff member, who began to scold him furiously. But when he'd pouted a little, the staff member had lightened up. Now Taehyung was talking to the managers of sneaking off.

I had difficulty swallowing the rice. "Er, yes. He and I were walking around for a bit."

"What'd you guys do?" Jin looked up suspiciously. Another emotion glimmered in his eyes.

Jealousy?

No, no. Why would Jin be jealous? It made no sense.

My cheeks flamed up at the memory of Jin pinning me to the desk as well as Taehyung's confession entered my head.

"Oh no, you're blushing," Jungkook pointed his chopsticks at me. "What'd he do?"

"He's Taehyung," Yoongi snorted. "He could have done anything." But he was watching me closely.

"Er, no no," I forced a smile. "It's nothing, he just made a crude joke," I lied.

"Speaking of jokes, hey guys, what do peppers do when they're angry?" Jin called from the stove.

"Don't you dare-" Yoongi began.

"They get jalapeño face," Jin finished proudly.

"He does this all the time," Hoseok whispered to me.

"What do you get when you cross a windshield wiper and a knife?" Yoongi growled. "A dead Jin."

"Good grief, I don't know whether to be scared or to cringe at how awful that joke was," Jin choked a little.

Jimin was rolling on the floor with little squeaky laughter on the floor.

"Since Jimin is the only one who laughed at my jokes he gets this grilled pork," Jin announced, gesturing for Jimin.

Jimin immediately sprang up, tripped over the edge of the couch, and finally reached Jin with his mouth wide open like a baby bird waiting to be fed by its mother.