bangtan host club || j.jk x chubby reader [embrace yourself series]

quatre

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『 Bangtan Host Club, 08:45 P.M 』

"What are you saying?" I stared at Jimin with eyes open wide "You don't have a Mortal Kombat arcade machine? Are you kidding me? Why am I even here?"

The cheerful host began to chuckle, visibly amused by my disappointment. We were having fun for an hour already, playing and laughing as if we were old friends. Jimin was actually far from that intimidating, seductive persona I had to deal with two weeks ago. He must have been acting that way to satisfy his customer because I could tell he was being the real he right now.

"Perhaps you should buy it for us."

"Jimin—"

"Oh, first name basis?"

I rolled my eyes. "You've been calling me by my first name since you saw me. How should I call you anyway?"

A gentle smile crept up his face. "Jimin is fine!" His gaze left mine, noticing an arcade machine he wanted to play with. "How about Street Fighter to replace Mortal Kombat?"

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"I had so much fun with you (y/n), thank you for choosing me today!"

Jimin and I were standing across fron the elevator, biding each other goodbye.

"Well, you kind of convinced me to enter this place so..." I shrugged

He smiled, showing off his white teeth. "Are you coming back?"

I nodded. "For sure! I'd like to."

I could swear Choa coughed, hearing my words. I couldn't help but look at her. Suddenly, a new voice joined Jimin's, one that sounded familiar.

"Hey, (y/n)." The way he called my name sent a shiver down my spine. "Long time no see. Never thought you'd replace me with Jimin."

Jungkook was now facing me, standing right next to his coworker as my eyes were trying hard not to look away. The sight was beautiful, no—majestic. The two men were silently staring at me, waiting for an answer. The taller one showed no emotion. On the other hand, Jimin seemed confused. If it wasn't for the embarrassing situation, I could've stayed and gawk at them for hours.

"Oh, you guys have met?" I could tell the pink-haired man attempted to break the ice and ease the obvious tension.

However, Jungkook didn't seem to mind. "We did. So, cat got your tongue?"

This time, Choa came to my rescue, unconsciously making me realize how stupid I was acting. Why did I bother? I owed him nothing!

"Stop pressuring her Jungkook, let her go. Poor (y/n) looks exhausted anyway."

Again, I kept silent and bowed.

"Have a goodnight. And thank you for our evening Jimin." I smiled, purposely ignoring Jungkook's gaze