Bound by Fate

CHAPTER FIVE

It seems odd to Minji that after the events of the last week, she is somehow seated betwixt Jimin and Yoongi on the couch. It's as if nothing had ever happened, as if she'd never gotten jumped on the way home from their previous movie night.

As if she'd never agreed to be in a relationship with seven men at once.

And yet, she did, and she has.

"Maybe they figured going back to our old routine would help," she thinks.

Maybe that's why the three of them are currently sitting on the couch, trying to pay attention to the movie on the screen, despite the awkwardness of it all.

Jin and Namjoon have actually tucked in early for the night, for once, and the others went to collect her things from Minji's apartment. First thing this morning, she'd awakened to Taehyung's firm and sleepy grasp about her half naked torso, his morning wood against her thigh, and a text from her boss at the cafe.

She'd been fired.

She knew it would happen, of course. The man had been saintly, putting up with her for so long. And that was before she went straight crazy and refused to answer his calls for a full week. She doesn't blame the guy, not in the least.

But that does mean that she'd be real hard-pressed to continue paying her rent, let alone feeding herself. She'd initially intended to just search for another job, but Jin had been adamant that she should just move in with them and let them take care of her.

She's still not sure about the latter half, but had been forced to admit that the first half made sense. Especially once Namjoon had oh so helpfully pointed out that, if she's to split her time fairly between the seven of them, it'd be easier if she lived under the same roof.

For the tenth time since the movie began, Minji wonders what the hell it is that they're even watching. She hadn't been paying attention when Jimin selected the movie, nor when the title screen came up on the T.V's display.

She'd been too busy admiring the curve of his rather spectacular ass as he'd bent over the DVD player, and Yoongi's ever present hand upon her thigh. And that same hand has been rubbing slow circles into the exposed flesh of her thigh for the last fifteen minutes. Not that Minji is complaining, mind you. After Taehyung's performance last night, something within her had awoken, and she's been itching to find out what it'd be like to be with the rest of them.

She thinks that maybe, that might make her a slut, but honestly, as long as they don't mind, why should she care?

And they really don't seem to mind. When they'd all laid everything out in the open, her seven best friends had all been more than eager to agree to all this. Even Jeonguk, who Minji honestly would have expected to be the most hesitant and shy of the bunch.

She doesn't recall ever having seen him date, or bring home even a single lover.

"Can I-" Jimin swallows nervously, grabbing Minji's attention. "Can I lean on you?"

It's cute, she thinks, that he's so very shy about something as simple as a cuddle. She knows that he must be something of a beast in the bedroom, after all. The girl's he'd brought home always ended up screaming to the heavens.

Bad thoughts.

She shouldn't think about that.

Minji smiles, and nods her approval. As Jimin lays his head against her breast, she purges from her mind all thoughts of the past. She's not sure why, but the more time she has to get adjusted to the idea of this crazy relationship, the more she really wants it to work. But she knows that will only happen if she lets go of the past. Or at least, the painful parts of it at any rate.