Give You Hell || j.j.k

12. Challenge 2: Older Women

"Why are we at a diner again?" Seokjin asked, unfamiliar to this remodeling of the perfect trial.
"I wasn't about to send my sister into a strip club, Seokjin." Yoongi deadpanned.
"It's simple, get more than one girl to sit at a booth with you at the same time." Hoseok said.
Taehyung pouted and looked to me, and I gave a nod.
"Extra points if you get more than two." I informed.
"Record is 17."
Namjoon almost choked, looking at the small booths then back to the group.
"It was Jimin. Don't ask how, we don't know how." I dismissed and they all accepted it without question.
"For this one, you get a wingman. So chose."
"Jimin!" Taehyung and Jungkook both announced.
"I'll take Jin." Namjoon said with pure sadness and regret. "You know, when you said that you used to have fucked up friends, I thought like 'oh, they skipped class' or some bullcrap but nooooo" he ranted.
"They can't both have me!" Jimin exhaled, "I'm just not that kinda girl..." he dramatically looked away.
"Can I have (Y/n)?" Taehyung asked.
"No." Was all Yoongi said.
"Why not."
"Yoongi choses." I said.
"Why him?" Namjoon asked.
"He was the original. Our great founder..." Jimin praised. "Give his excellence some time to contemplate his-"
"Jungkook gets Jimin, you get me." He anointed as he glared at Taehyung.
"One at a time, Jungkook first." Hoseok announced.
Jungkook rolled his eyes once he wasn't facing them, rolling back his arms as he stretched his neck out.
He took a breath in and opened his eyes, red.
He walked back past me, and I salivated.
He smelled like perfection.
Magic bastard... I shook my head and felt a hand on mine.
"Jimin, come here." He ordered.
He stood where he said to, and looked uncomfortable as Jungkook stared at him.
Jimin took a deep breath in and every girl in the diner turned their heads.
They then went to the biggest booth and waited.
"This has to be against the rules-" I tried to argue, but the boys all shushed from their seats and I just sunk into Taehyung.
They smelled like the definition of male pheromones, but Taehyung smelled like coffee and cinnamon.
I like those two things a lot.
"Hi, my friend and I were wondering..."
The pair came back a few minutes later and we had gone through our fries in the time they were gone.
"Alright, stand up pretty boy." Mocked my brother, another pretty boy.
Taehyung chuckled quietly and pulled him aside.
Yoongi's face went subtly from a look of distaste to mischief in less than a second.
The boys walked over to the table that Jungkook's girls were at, confused.
"Hi, sorry my friend is disabled and this is the biggest booth..." Yoongi pat the back of his friend, and Taehyung groaned.
"That's completely sending them to hell.." Jungkook joked, and I looked at him as he sat on the backrest of the booth, still smelling as he did before.
While Jimin smelled more fresh and ocean-like, with a light bubbly feeling to it, Jungkook smelled like...
A tattoo parlor, and the artists had been given fresh blueberry muffins.
It was nice.
Yoongi made up an excuse and stumbled over with a "disabled" Taehyung after Hobi recorded their score.
"Okay, Taehyung 3, Jungkook 3, Namjoon..." he was already stood up, and he walked to the back of the diner.
'BINGO' a big sign read, tables as long as the restaurant sat in the back, elderly women all on one table.
"No fucking way..." Taehyung groaned.
Namjoon played a whole ass round of bingo, chatting up the 80 year olds as we waited there, eating from a single plate of unlimited shrimp as we scheduled who would glare at him at what times.
He returned and reached for a shrimp, 7 smacks hitting his hand at different times.
"Namjoon, 23." Hoseok deadpanned, and Yoongi playfully pushed Taehyung as they all laughed.
"I still vote Taehyung, his idea was the most creative!" Yoongi defended, and the manager finally came out to ask us if we were supposed to be at school.
We bolted to the location of the third and final challenge...