dominant. ☽myg☾

020

Y/N

"At least I can kick Jungkook's ass in Overwatch - like, who wouldn't want to marry the shit out of me when I can beat an Overwatch legend? I bet that girl hasn't even held a bloody game console before," I ranted to Jimin, who wasn't paying all that much attention - too busy ranting back to me and cursing Jungkook's bipolar ass into the bottomless pits of hell.

"Don't even mention that asshat's name," he took a second to mutter, "Dumb bitch, taking my sexy ass for granted. Like, just whom the fuck does he think he is?"

We both released a monotonous sigh and turned our heads to make eye contact, the struggle of it all too much for our double chins.

Jimin was slouched like a sack of potatoes laying sideways in my armchair. A straw sat between his plush lips and the opposite end in a mixing jug half full with the oreo milkshake we had brewed up earlier. Next to him, I sat with a similar posture to Jimin's in my desk chair, swaying a little bit on the wheels. My desk drowned in shitty food guaranteed to give us another chin.

My boyfriend took another sip of the Oreo milkshake and I pity-laughed; at both him and myself. We've been 'dating' for a week and not much progress has been made, aside the jealous glances from the boys we're hopelessly in love with.

"Jimin..?"

He hummed.

"What are we even doing with our lives?"

"Do I look like I know?"

"... no."

"Then get off my dick."

I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through my Instagram timeline. Jimin was singing some song playing in the background. Nothing appealed to me until I came across a photo Jungkook had posted just a few minutes ago.

"Holy shit, Jimin look at this!"

I toppled off my chair when my feet tangled up in the blanket at my attempt to stand up. Jimin cackled evilly before sliding onto his ass with a little thump and laying down next to me. He examined the photo before choking on his tongue, some damp Oreo crumbs shooting out his nose.

Jungkook was rested on the huge sofa in the boy's apartment with an unknown boys head rested on his shoulder. All you could see of him was a mop of lilac hair with dark roots beginning to show. What pissed me off was the couple sitting across the table. Non-other than the infamous Min-fucking-YoonGi and the anonymous petite perfection posing with a peace sign and a peach complexion. The caption read "double date with double trouble @yoongleboogle @motherhwasa."

Subconsciously grinding my teeth, I clicked on the girls Instagram user and was met with photos of her and adventures she went on.

Holy shit, is she hawt or what? Sorry, my inner gay jumped out, I have no idea where that came from.

I felt Jimin's gaze hover over my shoulder and peer at my phone.

"Damn, Y/N," he sympathised, "you really are below her league."

"Wow, Jimin. You really know how to get a girls heart pumping," I rolled my eyes and continued to scroll through her page with a raging fury.

Suddenly, my phone was yanked out of my hands and chucked onto the bed. It landed on the duvet just before face-planting into the wall littered with anime posters. They're not lying when they say your life flashes before your eyes at a near death experience. I lay frozen with my chin morphed into my neck and eyes in the shape of the moon emoji.

After a bit of rustling, Jimin's face peered over me and blocked the light on the ceiling creating angelic beams around his head. Very deceitful and very untrue. He had this smug look on his face like he was plotting something extremely devious.

Oh, god... I've broken Jimin!

"What was that face for?" He asked.

"What face? I don't have a face."

"Right..." He looked extremely judgemental, then switched back to a mixture of sugar, spice and everything nice, "Anyway, you do realise what this means, Y/N?"

"What what means?"

"We have to take this whole jealousy plan thing up a notch."

Jimin's lips curled up to his ears and his teeth became pointed, sharp and cat-like. Purple smoke submerged from his back and filled the room with a deathly aura. He tilted his head down so a long shadow cast over his face, accentuating his features. His hands were rubbing together so much that the friction lit a ball of fire between his fingers. Well, that's what it came off like; the boy just looked damn right devious to be honest. 

I stared up at his face inquisitively; how could we possibly take this up a notch?

"Since they're using social media to showcase their relationships for the clout, I don't see why we can't do the same."

"Jimin, are you sure-"

"Yes. That son of a bitch-ass, sexy mother fucker has to pay," he caught himself cursing Jungkook once more tonight and bit his tongue, "And YoonGi, too, of course. "

I sighed and re-shuffled about for a while. A lump in the duvet had been digging into my back for sometime now and it was distracting me more than I needed.

"Alright. How do you suppose we do this?"

"By becoming the living embodiment of couple goals that basic bitches on tumblr stalk at midnight, wishing to have that in their lives and knowing they never will."

It was my turn to spare Jimin a judgemental glance. His face drained of colour like the time I had seen his home screen was a picture of Jungkook eating cereal in his own little world.

"It's alright, Jimmy-boi. We all have our secrets... some darker than others, but we all have them," I sat up and comforted him, amusing myself whilst patronising him.

"Sh-Shut up, otherwise I'll tell Jin you have a food porn instagram account and he'll never feed you again."

Bitch.

"When do we start, then?"

"Tomorrow - we'll go shopping for matching outfits and we can go on a sushi date."

"Alright, but you're paying for everything because I paid for all this shitty food to enlighten your fat ass."

We both stared at each other with straight faces then broke into smiles.

Cutie.