Jimin x BTS (Book 1)

Chapter 16

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"E-fucking-scuse me!?" Taemin yells after I tell him what happened at the movies.

"Yeah." I shrug, munching on one the Munchies bag he brought me.

"How dare he hurt my precious little mochi. His balls will suffer as I chop them off and shove them down his throat until he chokes and suffers. I will grab silly string and spray it in his eyes until he's blind. I will explode bombs so he's deaf! I will-" His empty threats are cut off when Namjoon knocks on the door and awkwardly clears his throat.

"Oh, hi Joonie."  Taemin waves.

"Hey Taemin, Jiminie, how are you feeling?"  He asks as he walks in the room and sits next to me on the bed. We watch as Taemin continues to pace back and forth, munching on Doritos, still spilling empty threats. 

"Did you need something?" I ask, popping Cheetos into my mouth.

"Well, I don't need anything, it's Jungkook. He told us what you looked like when you came in after school and he's still worried." Namjoon rubs the back of his neck.

"Did he send you here for himself?" I giggle.

"Yeah." He blushes.

"Awe you're such a good hyung." I ruffle his hair.

"Hey, I'm still older than you." He pouts, taking my hand off his head and blowing in my face quickly.

"Ahem." Taemin clears his throat. We look over at Taemin who's leaning on one hip, arms crossed and eyebrow raised. Sassy.

"I'm still here." He frowns with a little pout.

"Uh- right sorry. I'll go, Jimin you should talk to Kookie soon." Namjoon points a finger at me before leaving the room. I immediately shoot my gaze over at Taemin who is looking at his fingernails. 

"Ahem." I dramatically clear my throat like he did minutes ago. He looks up and me and grins.

"Hi Joonie." I mimic his words when Namjoon came in. "What the hell was that about? You acted like a school girl!" I throw my hands in the air. (and wave 'em like I just don't care.)

"What are you getting on about? School girl my ass." He scoffs, coming to sit beside me on the bed.

"Oh my god." I whisper gasp, putting my hands over my mouth.

"What now miss drama queen?" He rolls his eyes.

"YOU LIKE NAMJOON!!!" I scream, hoping a certain someone will hear.
He looks at me with an emotionless face, lips in a tight, thin line, eyes dull and tired, a look of 'are you fucking kidding me?' on his face.

"No I don't." He rolls his eyes and stands up.

"Hey why'd you switch to Korean!?" I groan and fall back on my bed.

"I'm in Korea aren't I? Why not speak the language." He shrugs, trailing his fingers on a figurine on my desk.

"Let's go downstairs, I want to spend time with your roommates." He grins evilly.

"Oh no, you don't get to grin evilly at me like that. Don't forget, I know you like the back of my hand Taemin." I point an accusing finger at him and crinkle my nose. He groans and rolls his eyes, walking towards the door.