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Chapter 33

~Jimin's POV~

A few days have passed and I still haven't found a job. Why? Because all the interviewers recognized me as 'Min Yoongi's boyfriend' and 'in no need of a job' because 'Yoongi can buy everything for me'. Little did they know.

I could tell that Namjoon was getting frustrated by my presence, too. He made it painfully obvious that he didn't want me here anymore. Though he still tried to be sweet and understanding, I think it's because I've been cockblocking him with my presence. Or the fact that I've been sleeping with his boyfriend(?) every night. He hasn't gotten a chance to hit on Seokjin.

But on top of no jobs taking me, there aren't any free dorms at the college or any apartments nearby that I could afford with a part time job. Yoongi's credit card (that I still have) was starting to look really tempting. So tempting that I asked Seokjin to hide it so I couldn't use it. Now, here I lay in the living room on the couch watching the tv, waiting for Seokjin to come back. He went somewhere with Namjoon. They offered for me to go, but Yoongi was going to be there. So I refused.

But waiting for them, knowing they're out with Yoongi, just makes me so sad just thinking that he's willing to go out while I don't even want to get up. Lack of enthusiasm might be another reason why I'm not being hired. And it isn't like I haven't tried to forget about Yoongi. It's only been a few days. And in those few days I've even hooked up with a guy or two to try and take my mind off it. At their house, mind you. But not only did it kind of hurt, (not because I'm still sore, because I feel a bit better now) but because they were bad. They hardly prepped me. They were small. And unsatisfying. I supposed whenever you have amazing for so long, suddenly having to deal with average is hard.

I sighed, and stared at the playing tv. It was on some stupid news channel, going on about the latest gossip about celebrities. I groaned, hating the channel but being too lazy to reach for the remote to change it. I checked my phone and groaned again whenever I saw that it was nine and they still weren't back.

I sighed and sat up, before I got up to go to Seokjin's room. I need to get out of the house. And I have every intention of getting laid tonight. And hopefully it will be with someone good. Seokjin had been letting me use some of his clothes since I got here since all of mine were still at Yoongi's house and I wasn't brave enough to go get them. So I tugged on some of Seokjin's night-on-the-town clothes, got in my car, and drove to my favorite gay bar.

I ignored the male strippers on stage, and went straight to the bar, glaring at any guy that tried to cop a feel of my ass. I sat down at the bar and before I could even open my mouth to order, a drink was slid my way.

"From the man over there." The bartender said with a wink, and I frowned. I wasn't expecting to have someone buy me a drink--at least not so fast. Does my ass really look that good?

"Thank you." I said to him and took the shot, before I turned my head towards the man that bought it for me.

I frowned whenever I saw that he was a vaguely familiar guy. I got up and went over to him. "This seat taken?" I asked, and he shook his head.

I sat down next to him, and he immediately stroke up a conversation. "You look good."

"I know." I said, confidence lining my voice. "You do too." I said, giving him the once over--maybe twice. "Do I know you from somewhere?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Jungkook. You're Jimin hyung, aren't you? You were with Yoongi hyung that day they rapped at that bar." He said, and I frowned.

"You're Yoongi hyung's friend?"

"Mhm."

"Bye." I said, getting down from the stool and walking away, but he quickly grabbed my hand.