My Game || Jenmin

♥︎ 24 | Khloe

Why even am I jealous?
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"We're fools whether we dance or not, so we might as well dance"

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Jimin's POV

As she leaves to get her drink, I let out a long sigh, bridging my legs over the other and hand laying on the back of the couch.

This is way tiring than I thought. At least the previous one they had good food for fuck's sake.

??:
Hey~

I turn my head over, just to roll it back as she sits beside me. She lightly hits my thigh.

Khloe:
Don't roll your eyes at me, babe.

I scoff slightly, looking at her. Noticing her place her chin on top of my chest, curving her back. She might as well break it-

Jimin:
What do you want?

Khloe:
Ouch. What's with the venom in the voice?

She pouts, bringing her face all the way up to my shoulder. Scantily rubbing our cheeks together.

Khloe:
Why so cold? Did I do something wrong~?

The fake hurt voice of hers was audible at the back of her throat, looking up at my eyes. Booping my nose with her index finger.

I take a deep breath, glancing at Jennie. Seeing her with her head lightly leaning down, slurping on her mocktail. My attention moves back to Khloe, practically sprawled over me.

She's the daughter of Mrs. Yoo, my mom's best friend. They were pretty close growing up and meaning them both also expected/wanted their kids to become closer. And when they found out they were having opposite genders, damn. It was like they were sure that tHeM tWo wOuLd gEt mArRiEd wHeN tHeY grOW uP- one of the reasons why mom hated Seulgi.

We would've been if she wouldn't be a bitch or our mothers wouldn't have pushed one another into each other since when we've been like 6.

She was a good friend, of course, but that was before we've gotten into high school. That's when puberty and shit hit her and I started hating her.

Khloe:
You're liking the event?

I roll my tongue in the inner side of my cheek, Kissing my teeth.

Jimin:
I think it's fine.

Khloe:
Of course. That's before when he haven't noticed each other.

She giggles, resting her head on my arm.

Khloe:
I think it's perfect.

Jimin:
My opinion would've been the same if you haven't thrown yourself on me.

I mumble under my breath, pinching the bridge of my nose. As I can see her pout from the corner of my eyes.

Khloe:
You're always so harsh. I haven't done anything to you except be nice.

She plays with my tie, looking down while pouting her plump lips out. I sigh, eyes moving towards the counter to see where the hell Jennie was to save me from this hell of torture.

Author's POV

Jimin freezes in his spot, feeling his face heat up in anger, clenching the strap of Khloe's dress as he analyzes the situation Jennie was in.

Neo, was gripping on Jennie's wrist as an awkward smile was plastered on her face, twisting her wrist slightly, clearly giving a signal to him to let go.