PRINCE

10

"Shit, he almost heard me?"

"Yeah, but try not to think about it too much. I made sure to distract Jimin." The male replied, licking his lips.

The boy sighed in relief. "Thank fuck. You're the best, hyung."

"Of course, kiddo." Yoongi smirked.

"But, hyung.." Jungkook said quietly, to which the rapper hummed.

"Does Hobi know about this?"

"No."

"What?"

"And I intend to keep it that way."

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Jimin felt tortured.

He felt isolated, alone, depressed, humiliated, discouraged, mortified, you name it.

What the fuck was he meant to do?

He couldn't stop thinking about it.

"Jimin."

About the kiss.

Why can't he stop?

Why can he still feel his sinful touch lingering on his skin?

"Jimin."

Why does he not want it to go?

Does he maybe......

No, it can't be.

He can't have--

"Jimin!"

"Wh- What?"

"I said what the fuck is that?"

"What? What do you mean?" Jimin asked, brows furrowed.

Taehyung's glance stayed fixated upon Jimin's neck, where a certain purplish blemish sat prettily.

Jimin's eyes widened as he looked down.

"Who did it?"

"It... It's none of your business.." Jimin said quietly, subconsciously jerking his shirt up to conceal the hickey, as though that even made a difference.

"Jimin, I'm not going to fucking ask again." Taehyung said through gritted teeth, shifting closer.

"And I said it's none of your business, you dick! Leave me alone!" Jimin shouted defensively, shoving past him and running to the living room.

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"Hey, sweetheart." Seokjin said warmly upon Jimin's entrance.

"Oh, uh, hey hyung.." Jimin rubbed the back of his neck nervously, taking a seat next to the eldest.

"My, what was all the commotion about?" Seokjin asked, gaze not leaving the game he was playing on his phone.

Jimin shrugged even though he knew Seokjin wasn't looking at him. "I don't really know.. Tae just got mad for some reason." He said dryly, licking his lips.

"Ah."

Seokjin turned off his phone and finally turned to face Jimin, before gasping dramatically with his hands covering his mouth.

"Is that a hickey!?!?!?!?" Seokjin shrieked, voice slightly muffled.

Jimin groaned, falling backwards onto the couch and burying himself in his T-shirt.