"Jin has fallen head over heels for that girl. I think it's the only arranged marriage in the history of mankind that is turning out alright."
Jimin giggles while inhaling his piece of pizza. "good for him. have you seen her? Is she cool?"
Hobi has come to my house tonight to hang out. It's only me, jimin and him. jin was supposed to be here but is now spending the night with his fiancée.
Since this asshole decided to come here unannounced, we didn't have time to get rid of the evidence that jimin practically lives here, including a sleeping joon in his room. So we had to quickly come up with something...and that something happened to be me and jimin dating seriously enough to move in together.
He teased us for an hour while we had to practically sit on each other to not make him suspicious. The worst thing is the two bottles of alcohol on the table which is now one since hobi is hugging one, sipping it occasionally. The other bottle is left unopened and I can't help eyeing it from time to time.
Unfortunately or luckily, jimin noticed that and decided to sit on my lap, hindering my view on the bottle. I think having his round thicc ass moving around on my dick is making my body, not mind, crave something, stronger than I ever craved alcohol.
He has his back to me, eating pizza like his life depends on it, casually talking to hobi while I can't see anything except his back covered in his white sweater.
He finally notices my attempts to move his ass to somewhere safer and instead of helping, he decides to stuff my mouth with pizza, smirking down at me with an evil glint in his eyes. At least now I know where joon gets it from.
"I haven't but it's the first time jin even glances at a girl so she must be good...before I forget, dad invited you to come for dinner at the house."
Jimin's carefree attitude disappears and he becomes tense on me. I forcefully make him sit beside me to glare at hobi. "why should he accept the invitation?!"
Hobi snorts. "happy to see you again...oh! You brought your little friend!" I follow his gaze down and so does jimin and we both gasp. Jimin throws a cushion on my lap to cover my embarrassing boner furiously. "I can speak for myself, thank you!"
Hobi giggles, showing he's tipsy by now. "I really like the new you jimin...anyway, before Yoongi Jr. interrupted us..." he can't go on, bursting into laughter, jimin following after him while he looks at me apologetically. "Sorry! his laugh...makes me laugh!"
What have I gotten myself into...
Hobi wipes his tears, breathing heavily. "ok...I'm not laughing...so...kwang's not gonna be there...his heart condition has gotten worse and he doesn't get out of his room much."
I frown and jimin gulps, not a trace of laughter on his face. "what happened to him? he was fine a few months ago." When I finish the sentence, I notice hobi's serious expression. "well there's a new rival in the market...he's a fierce competitor, we went through a bit of serious loss thanks to him. kwang went through a heart attack and has been ordered rest by the doc since last month."
The air is full of tensions, each one of us having different thoughts about kwang being near death.
Jimin stuffs his mouth with the last piece of the pizza. "ok I'll come but without joon...just in case things get crazy as always."
Hobi grins. "good choice. I can't guarantee anything but at least they're not like kwang." He stands up abruptly, taking his coat. "well I need to go home. I have work tomorrow...I don't know why I drank so much. I need to call a driver..."
When he's gone and the alcohol is gone down the drain, jimin turns to me with amusement in his eyes and grin on his face. "so about Yoongi Jr. ..."
"shut up!"
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hello pretty people :)
I'm a little better now but I still cough like I've been a smoker for 30 years :)) take care of yourself everyone :) sorry it's short the drugs make me sleepy :(
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