BTS 8th Member Scenarios // [slow updates]

Jealous

*circa 2016*

"You know the feeling when you just look at someone and your insides tingle?"

"Is that what you felt with Jimin?"

"No. I was annoyed by him! He made my insides tingle because he was so disgusting."

You stifled a chuckle and nodded politely with your hands in your lap. You looked across the table with a tight-lipped smile, masking your true feelings for this stranger who has stolen your friend's time away from you. 

She was the walking stereotype of what some would call Beautiful: fair skin, tall and lanky, great posture, big blue eyes, thin lips, long silky hair, and a diamond-shaped face. 

Her fashion mirrored that of a Vogue model: classy, elegant, feminine.

She was Jimin's girlfriend.

For some reason, he'd left you at the dining table to "entertain her" while he went to check on the maknaes. The conversation at the table was simple, but awkward, her smooth-like-butter voice being the main one filling the space. Every now and then, you'd glance at your hyung's back as he was cooking at the stove.

"Thanks for inviting me over, again. Whatever you're cooking smells great,  Jin," she states while glancing over her shoulder.

"Oh it's no problem at all! We love having company, right Milo-ssi!" Jin says with too much excitement to your liking.

"Yeahh..." You reply with a less-than-thrilled tone. Jimin needs to come back pronto, you thought.

"Your dorm is neat. How long have you been here?" She asks, whipping her head around to check out the kitchen/dining room.

"About two years almost? And thank you," you reply.

"Hm. Jiminie said he'll give me a tour... can't wait to see how he keeps his room. He never picked up his clothes when he'd stay in my room." She clicks her tongue then chuckles while looking at you. "Do you all share rooms?"

"Yep. Unfortunately..." You breathe out.

"Sorry to say, but our Jimin-ssi is one of the messiest in terms of his room," Jin adds while placing food into dishes.

"Not surprised; and the boy swears he's clean. I gotta baby him just so he acts right," she replies, shaking her head. "Do you room with him?" Her blue eyes narrow while staring a hole into your soul.

You shake your head. "No."

She smirks and your eyes get even wider, a sign you're uncomfortable.

"How is it living with these guys? You ever seen them naked?"

Um... huh?