dominant. ☽myg☾

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Y/N

Jimin grumbled opposite me as we sat at a table with another empty chair between us, reserved for Mark. He had been sat there sulking for the past half an hour. We managed to get there way too early, which came as a shock-horror to me as being fashionably late basically runs in my veins. Guess having Jimin as a boyfriend has it's advantages. Speaking of Jimin, that dream has been bugging me nonstop all morning.

"Hey, Jimin?" I piped up.

The said boy perked up with bright eyes.

"I had a pretty... strange dream about you this morning."

His eyes glistened with interest. He nodded for me to continue with the dream. Clear interest read on his features.

"It doesn't mean anything. At least I don't think it does," I uttered the last sentence under my breath, "I dreamt that I woke up and you were snuggled up with me, then you woke up in the dream and you tried to get me out of bed, but before you did we-"

"BOO!"

Something prodded into my ribs and lifted me from my chair, throwing me into the air and catching me. I hovered there staring at the ground through wide ass eyes and my heart racing at one thousend miles per hour. I suddenly found myself relating to the guy in the 'stop, I could have dropped my crossant' vine.

I peered up at the person who was holding me up through the messy hairs that sprung to life when I was hoyed up into the air.

"Hey, Y/N!" Mark smirked at me with pink tinting his cheeks, highlighting his excitement.

"Hey, you scared the living shit outta me!" I laughedbreathily, hitting his chest lightly. I signalled for him to put me down.

"I thought the plan was to get some sushi, so why are we sitting at a sweet cafe?" He asked.

"My sweet-tooth was aching too much when we about to walk past, so I dragged Jimin in here."

He placed me back in my chair and walked round to the empty seat, plopping himself next to a small Jimin sizing him up. Mark turned to the said boy with the same blushing cheeks and smile, offering him a handshake and introduction:

"Hey, I'm Mark. You must be the infamous Jimin Y/N has told me so much about."

Jimin stared at Mark's hand for about a solid 10 seconds with a blank face. His previously puffed out chest shrank back into his stomach and the colour drained from his face, refilling it soon after with a bright crimson. He giggled bashfully, scratched the back of his neck with one hand and shaking Marks with the other. Embarrassment read clearly on his face. All bark and no bite.

I bit back the laughter on my tongue.

"O-Oh, hi. I'm J-Jimin. You're hands- Mark. You're Mark."

I choked on my tongue at this, feeling like I had just been winded.

I looked at Jimin with a 'what-the-fuck' look and he looked back at me with the exact same expression. Apparently he was just as shocked as I was at his slip up. I didn't realise tongues had minds of their own now.

"A-Anyway..." I began changing the subject, turning my head from Jimin to Mark,"We were just about to order some sweets, here's the menu."

I handed him the desserts menu and he drifted into some sort of sweet haven fantasy, telling from his dreamy expression and drool forming at the corners of his mouth. Me and Jimin giggled at the boy, and I grabbed a tissue, wiping the drool away for him. He snapped out of his daydream and smiled inwardly, clearly embarrassed.

I caught the attention of a waitress and she came over. She smiled at us sweetly - ironic for the place that she worked at, I know - and asked us for our order. We gave her the order and she bowed before heading off to elsewhere.

YoonGi

Hwasa tugged me by the cuff of my hoodie into the mall, way more energetic than she should be for going to some new sweet shop she had heard about. She had commented on the bags under my eyes when I saw her unexpectedly standing on my doorstep last night, pillow and handbag in each hand.

A stab of guiltiness took me when I thought about Y/N suddenly. I scowled to myself for letting a girl get to me so easily.

"We're here!" Hwasa informed me.

I lifted my head up to see the bright neon lights lighting up the front of the sweet cafe from underneath my large black hoodie. I grumbled an "okay" and followed her in. We stood there at the inside entrance for a minute or so until a cute waiter came and found us a table of two to sit at.

Hwasa thanked him and I stared at my fingers peeking from the long sleeves, picking dirt under my nails. Hwasa thought out loud to me as she read from the menu, contemplating on what to order. She had asked me what I wanted and I replied with a "whatever" before zoning out. My nails were more interesting than this place anyways.

Amidst the white noise, I heard the cute waiter come back and ask for drink preferences and Hwasa started a conversation with him in the background. Suddenly a familiar voice made my ears prick up and I tried to catch a glimpse of the people sat at the table next to us: there was sat Jimin, Y/N and some other unknown guy. The trio seemingly in an entertaining topic.

I leant my head back onto the leather of the sofa seat and closed my eyes. Jealousy burned in the pit of my stomach. I steadied my breathing, nostrils flaring.

After counting to ten, I re-opened my eyes and leant foward, resting my chin into the palm of my hand on the table and tapping the surface of it with the other.

She has a boyfriend, but apparently that's not enough for her. No, she just has to have every good looking boy she can sink her teeth into, doesn't she? Slut. We'll see how she is when I talk to her about this.

"Hey, Yoongo? Are you okie?" Hwasa asked me, concern read clearly from her knitted eyebrows.

Don't call me that, bitch.

I gritted my teeth, "Yeah, I'm fine."

I felt her slender fingers slide ontop of mine to stop them from tapping irritably. I breathed out heavily again and pulled my hand away onto my lap.

"Did you order something?"

"Yeah it should be here soon," she trailed off, catching sight of the trio next to us.

My stomach dropped and I mumbled something about having to go to the bathroom before slipping away.

I hid away in the corridor to the toilets and pulled my phone out:

Me: tell your pretty boys that you have to go to the toilet. now.

I turned my phone off and slipped it back into my pocket. Looking up to the ceiling, I pulled my hood further over my face. I crept to the corner of the wall and caught a glimpse of Y/N glancing at her phone then looking up around her and excusing herself from the table. Jimin slapped her ass before she walked off, and she yelled a "yah" at him before turning back to this direction with a bright crimson face.

I rolled back against the wall and saw red dots, letting the anger overwhelm me completely me.

Y/N peeked her head around the corner, peering at me with inquisuitive eyes.

I grabbed her by the wrist and pushed her into the cubicle farthest away from us, locking the door behind us.

I turned around to be greeted with the sight of something I never thought I'd see: Y/N looking small and starstruck.

I stalked towards her and trapped her between my hands, her back stuck against the wall. Her face was lit up by the soft orange lighting as she looked up at me with an odd twinkle in her eyes.

"You've been misbehaving, baby girl," I scowled.

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