Twelve
Yoongi POV
"Jimin"
His place was a mess, I mean Jimin was messy but not this messy. I glance at the coffee table and see all the take out boxes as well as a few bottles. I smirk to myself knowing that he most likely had someone over last night.
He had been avoiding me much like y/n but at least with him I'd get the middle finger emoji back. It was his subtle way of letting me know he still cares.
"Oh Jimin..."
I sing as I make my way down the hall to his bedroom, I wanted to see who he had brought back home. My bet way a small blonde, perky breasts or at least I was hoping. It'd be a better view than just his naked ass.
As I open his bedroom door I'm instantly fueled with anger.
My kitten.
My girl.
My y/n.
Was laid out on his bed in nothing but his shirt. Her hair a mess and her cute ass peaking out from the brim of his shirt.
What the fuck was she doing here? And in his bed? We're they fucking now?
"Yoongi?"
My head snaps to the bathroom door on the right, Jimin is standing there shirtless and confused.
"What?..."
He looks at me and then to the bed and then back at me, he smirks. This little shit has the audacity to smirk, I feel my fist ball up and my face getting hotter by the minute. I was going to kill him.
"Relax idiot"
Jimin whispers making his way towards me and pushing on my chest, I don't budge just glare at the trader. "Move your ass I don't want to wake her" I'm about to say something when the rustle of sheets makes both of us still.
We both look over and see y/n pulling the blankets over her exposed lower half, she rolls on her side and curls into a ball smacking her lips together a few times until she's comfortable.
It's a habit of hers, she denies that she does this but I've seen it way too many times to believe her. It was a cute habit.
I'm being pushed again and because I'm so caught up in y/n's cuteness I actually stumble back. Jimin steps out of the door and gently closes the door.
"What the fuck is that about?"
I hiss, feeling my anger bubble up inside me again. Jimin rolls his eyes and heads down the hall, I follow close behind.
"Coffee? I can really use coffee"
I don't say anything just watch as he slowly moves around his kitchen to get the coffee brewing. When he finally faces me I speak again.
"Explain. Are you two fucking now?"
He sighs and leans over the small island in his kitchen. "No Yoongi we're not fucking, not like it would matter. You're getting married remember"
