❝I can do whatever I want to do with you, after all, I pay you for this.❞ It was the proximity and his sudden desire to press his body in mine that caused malfunctioning in my brain.
I lifted my knee high above the floor to the place between his le...
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I shot my head up at his offer and collided painfully with Taehyung's chin. He began fake crying which worried me far more than it would've if I didn't sell out my senses to alcohol. "Oh, my God! Are you fine, babyboy?" I asked while rubbing his chin.
"No, mama. It hurts so bad." He pointed towards his lower gum in pain. Out of reflex, I held his face straight in my hand and tried to peek inside his mouth like a dentist with an unsuccessful career.
"You guys are so hammered. You were a better drinker in your college days, Tae." Jimin commented eyeing the helpless patient. "Okay, enough for today, his wife." His soft and small fingers wrapped around Taehyung's upper arm to pull him away from me.
"I had a young liver back in college days... I'm getting old." He kept his hand over his chest, mistaking it as the location of his liver. "Hey, did you realise that Park Jimin would be giving us a ride? So fucking ironic!" Taehyung's joke didn't make sense to my intoxicated brain but seeing him laugh with his full boxy smile, I couldn't help but catch his contagious laughter.
Jimin kept his hand above my shoulder to stop me from giggling. "He's the local clown who is always joking. Now, I'll really appreciate if you get that fine ass off the seat and accept my favour too, girl." I coldly eyed his pale hand with a plain bracelet around it before trying karate chop on it. "Ow! Fuck, my wrist, bitch!"
His eyes stared back in my innocent ones with clear intentions of either hitting me back or stabbing me with the used fork just to get back at me. "I will forgive you for calling me a bitch if you don't ditch his worn-out ass and my beautiful one."
"Only fools will ditch that ass, baby." Jimin eyed the aforementioned part to tease me but his eyes were void of lust.
"Stop flirting with my wife!" Taehyung's drunken self stumbled before putting his hand around my neck and shoving my face in his chest. "Though, not being rude to you,"— he looked down at my face— "but the one with the finest ass here is him, Jimin."
"Fuck off, dude." Jimin's cheeks turned red with embarrassment as he tried to walk away. "Now, if you'll move." He looked over his shoulder and we followed the sober man without a complaint. His black vehicle emitted a sound when he pressed some key from metres away. "Adjust yourselves in the backseats."
"Uh, okay..." Taehyung opened the door for himself and nearly forgot me outside until I knocked on the window.
The drive was mostly silent as we were too drunk to start a conversation and Jimin was still thinking of a topic. When his brain cells approved one, he let the thought out. "So... Kinky, huh?"
"Very!" Taehyung said giving my shoulder a tight squeeze and making me jump in pain. "Wanna see our performance?"
"Oh, no-no! Don't you dare try anything on my seats." Jimin kept an eye on us through the rear-view mirror of his car with a warning tone in his voice. "Those are just for my personal use..." He mumbled out the rest.
