Jimin sighed tossing his bag on the bed. He sighs, running his hands threw his hands. Practice had run long and his body ached from all the twists and turns.
DING!
He rolled his eyes as he pulled his phone from his pocket and threw it on the bed as well.
“We’re not doing this right now.” He groans while wandering into the kitchen. He heard the distant sound of his phone going off and huffed. “I said not right now.” He opened the refrigerator and took out a bottled water. Before slamming it shut and sitting on the couch. ‘When in doubt watch netflix,’ he thought well retching over for the remote.
DING!
DING!
DING!
The sound was muffled by his bedroom door but still very audible. Jimin made no move to check the notifications which kinda ticked Jungkook off.
DING!
Jimin sighed mutter under his breath and stargering from the couch to grab his phone. A pout fixed on his face as he picked up his phone.
‘You look tired.’
‘You know you love my attention.’
‘Baby boy you know not to ignore me unless you want to be punished.’
‘Fine how do you want to be punished? ;)’
‘Leave me alone.’ Jimin frowned as he sent the reply.
‘You know I can't do that baby boy.’
‘Now speaking of punishment.’
*Image Attached*
Jimin’s face twisted in discut.
‘I’m not opening that.’
‘No need really I’ll be there soon.’
‘;)’
Jimin’s blood ran cold.
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Kidnapped(Jikook)
FanfictionJungkook has been watching Jimin for awhile, sending him texts and trying to get the petite blonde to fall for him. However when Ji-yong transferes to there dance class and shows intrust in what Jungkook has already deamed his, Jungkook finds he ca...
