❝I can do whatever I want to do with you, after all, I pay you for this.❞ It was the proximity and his sudden desire to press his body in mine that caused malfunctioning in my brain.
I lifted my knee high above the floor to the place between his le...
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Wait, something didn't quite add up there. All my theories about Jimin and Minhee's affair dissolved with his one statement. How could they be an item when Jimin claims to have never touched Minhee? "I thought there could be nothing more frustrating than you being savage and disrespectful. Well, I was wrong." Jimin was clearly overreacting when I was indulged in deep thinking.
If they didn't have feelings for each other then why was Park Jimin so desperate to get me to his bedrooms?
"Ugh! Why are you pregnant with his child already!?" It really sucks when you can't come to a conclusion and adding to it, Jimin's high notes pissed me beyond words.
"Oh, for God's milkshake, I'm not fucking pregnant!" I yelled back in the same decibel range as him. He was caught between a 'shocked but not surprised' expression and I instantly regretted spilling the truth for my convenience. "Ah... this pregnancy is getting to my head so bad that at times I say shit I don't even mean haha. Anyways, I'll leave you to your own company, Mr Park."
"Oh, babygirl, there are so many other things that can get to your head and make you scream words I appreciate." His voice went completely low in an intimidating way. His footsteps became louder as he walked closer and snaked an arm around my waist. Bringing his mouth directly above my ear, he whispered, "Let's try those things."
Taehyung's PoV
"I drank too much, I need to use the washroom." I stood up so abruptly that Hoseok didn't get the chance to question anything. I headed straight to the women's room just for the formality of confirming my suspicions. "Y/N!" I called out for her to hear me but no one else than an old lady poked her head through a cubicle. Looking from her point of view, I was just a man standing in the middle of a women's room. "I'm so sor—" she threw toilet paper roll at me which hit me right on my forehead and knocked me down.
I managed to get away alive somehow. My next super goal was to get Jimin's stay details. I moved to the reception. "Good evening, sir, how may I help you?" Like a programmed robot, the guy behind the desk narrated the lines.
"Ah, yes. I was wondering if I could get Mr Park Jimin's room keys?" I fitted professional language to make it sound more appealing.
He typed something and then looked up at me with a smile. "Mr Park asked us to give such information to females visitors only." Just a friendly suggestion,change this desk's name from 'help desk' to 'come here to waste your time desk' because that's what you do.
"That brat..." I mumbled underneath my breath and strained my brain to come up with a good story to convince the man. "My friend locked himself behind the doors. He's claustrophobic and HE THINKS HE WOULD DIE. I NEED TO SAVE HIM. SURRENDER THE KEYS QUICKLY IF YOU DON'T WANT A BRATTY GHOST WANDERING AROUND YOUR HOTEL." With every syllable, I raised my voice to make the man realise the seriousness of the situation, silently hoping he was gullible enough to believe it.
