TINDER 🔅 YOONMIN

39.

What the fuck.

What is he doing here?

I rushed downstairs, not failing to see a giant smirk painted all over his face.

I tripped and fell down a couple of stairs. "Fuck" I cried in pain but immediately got back up. I looked myself in the mirror and saw that my cheeks were burning red.

"Jimin? What was that sound? Are you okay?" Taehyung looked concerned at me.

"Y-yoongi is here" I stammered and taes eyes lit up.

"Oh that means Jungkooks here too!"

"Y-you invited Yoongi??" Taehyung scrunched his nose.

"You did apparently" I froze and groaned. Fuck.

"Yeah you really should drink less" he patted my back.

"Hey guys !" Hoseok called us from the doorstep "Taehyung you're up next" Tae smiled like the happiest puppy alive and went on stage as his music began.

Hoseok was just about to leave when he abruptly turned around "Oh and Jimin, someone booked you for a private session. I reserved room 4 upstairs, is that okay?" Once again I froze like a statue.

"W-who?"

"Uuuh I don't know, you'll find out I guess?" I sighted. Fuck. "He expects you in a half hour. It's already open, but here's the key if you want to lock it for some reason" he winked.

"You're gross" I pushed him and went to see if my services were needed somewhere, but it wasn't really crowded so I decided to go upstairs.

I opened the door and tossed the key on the little table. You'd probably be astonished if I said this was my first time that anyone booked a private room with me, but it is actually the first time that anyone has booked me. Taehyung and Hoseok are far more popular duh.

The room was pretty cutely decorated: the walls were white and there were a couple of aesthetically pleasing plants. There was a table and a couple of chairs, but the thing that stood out the most was the queen-size four-poster bed with deep red silk sheets.

Fiew, as if it was made for having sex in.

I took off my tie and put it on the little table. I opened one of the drawers and found a bunch of condoms in different sizes and flavors.

Safety first I guess.

I connected my phone with the stereo installation and put on some lowfi music to set the mood and closed the curtains.

I took my shoes off, sat on the the bed and grazed my fingers over the soft fabric. It felt so smooth under my skin.

Suddenly the door creaked open so I jumped up and felt myself redden.

And who else could it be than him.

Yoongi wore a pair of beige dress pants and a plain white shirt. He carried a sweater in his hand but threw it on table as soon as he saw it.

"Hi" Yoongi said. "Long time no see" he winked. It made blush.

"And why are you here again?" I confidently asked.

Yoongi smirked "you don't remember, do you?" That made my cheeks flash a couple shades darker. Of course I didn't remember. Don't make me say it, dickhead.

Yoongi grabbed a chair from the desk and put it in the middle of the room and sat down while crossing his arms. "Doesn't matter babe, show me what you got"

"W-what?"

"You heard me, I think you owe me at least that much after what you pulled last night"