I walk beside Hoseok and Namjoon, as we make our way back to our apartment. It's dark, and cold outside.
"Hey pretty boy!" Someone shouts. I turn, a bit confused. "Yeah, I'm talkin' to you. Bring your friends over here."
I spot three men, leaning against the wall. "Should we go over there?"
"Are you crazy? They could be trying to gang rape us." Namjoon scoffs.
"Gang rape? Babe, I may seem creepy but I'm a gentleman. I don't go around, raping people." One is the taller men scoff.
We give in, and walk over to the three of them. The shorter one raises an eyebrow and smirks as he removes the lollipop from his mouth.
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"You're kinda cute." He smirks.
"Which one of us. There are three people here." Hoseok rolls his eyes.
"Ooh, feisty." Another tall male grins. "Cute. You act tough now, but I'd love to see how act under me."
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"Yah, Taehyung." The other y'all one slaps 'Taehyung' upside the head. "That's no way to speak to people."
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"Shut up, Seokjin." Taehyung scoffs. "Jimin was probably thinking the same thing."
"What did you want?" I cross my arms. "I need to study."
"We just wanted to admire you, from a closer distance." The short male, Jimin, pushes himself away from the wall and stalks over to me. "Got a problem with that?"
I blush and open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. "Cat got your tongue? Hmm....cute."
"Sh-Shut up!" I say, my fave bright red.
"Jungkook, let's go. We need to get home." Namjoon mumbles.
"Hold your arm out." Seokjin says to Namjoon.
"Don't tell me what to do." He shoots back.
"Just hold your fucking arm out." He growls. Namjoon reluctantly holds his arm out. Seokjin takes a marker, and writes his number down. "Use it. I'd like to talk to you a bit more."
"You. Hold yours out." He turns to me.
"No." I say.
"Just fucking do it." Taehyung groans, after writing his number down on Hoseok's arm.
"I don't want to." I pout. Jimin grabs my arm, and forcibly writes his number down.
"Call me, doll." He winks.
"Ugh. Imbecile." I huff. "Let's go, guys. We have shit to do."
*Time Skip*
I stare at the fading phone number, on my arm. Am I really about to message him? Well, what have I got to lose?
Unknown Jimin?
Jimin Who is this?
Unknown Jungkook. The boy, from a week ago?
Jimin Ah, I was waiting for a message, beautiful.
Pretty Boy 🥵 I'm sorry for acting like a jerk, that night.
Pretty Boy 🥵 I judged you before I got to know you.
Jimin That's alright, doll. Hey, do you want to meet up somewhere?
Pretty Boy 🥵 Uh....sure? Where?
Jimin Right outside your apartment building, where we met. Bring your friends too, beautiful.
Pretty Boy 🥵 Okay....
I place my phone in my pocket, and walk out into the living room. Namjoon and Hoseok both sit on the couch, their phones in their hands.
"Guys, get up. We're going out." I say.
"Can't. I'm supposed to meet up with someone." Hoseok says.
"Taehyung?" I roll my eyes. "He'll be there. Now let's go. You too, Namjoon."
I take their hands, and drag them out of the apartment building.
"Hey, pretty boy." Jimin smirks.
"W-What did you want?" I blush, looking down.
"Just wanted to have a conversation with you." He shrugs. I glance over at Namjoon, my eyes widening. He's making out with Seokjin.
"Seriously, Joon?! In public, too!" I scold him. He pulls away from Seokjin, and pouts.
"Don't judge me. At least I'm confident enough to do something like this." He crosses his arms. "You talk about Jimin all the time, but I don't see you doing anything about it."
"Ooh, Kook what are you gonna do?" Hoseok laughs. I tackle the two of them playfully.
"You jerks!" I grin. "Exposing me like that!"
"You love us." Hoseok scoffs. "Well, Tae and I are going to lunch. Bye~!"
"I'm going with Seokjin-hyung!" Namjoon grins, as Seokjin pulls him away from Jimin and I.
"Guess it's just you and I, baby." He chuckles.
"D-Don't call me that." I mumble.
"Why not?" He tilts his head, taking the lollipop out of his mouth.
"We aren't....together." I blush.
"You. Me. Date, this Friday. Sound good?" He asks. "Whatever you want to do."
"A-Arcade?!" I ask, giving him my bunny smile.
"That works." He chuckles. "Well, I'll see you then. Text me?"
