Enraptured || taekook ✔️

Chapter 34

While Taehyung was passed out on the floor, the four of them just kept playing.

Jimin was dared to pour a bowl of water over his head (which he, for the record, did and now, he was sitting on the floor while shivering and covering his body with his arms), Taeha was dared to post an Instagram picture of her sticking her tongue out and making funny faces, Dahyun was dared to send a very long keyboard crash to her mother and Hoseok was dared to text Min Yoongi with a "Hey, how are you?".

Let's just say, none of them were too fond of completing their dares. Especially Hoseok, who had refused very prominently and threw lots of fits before he actually got himself to text the cat-like boy, an uncomfortable feeling settling in his gut since he knew how much Min Yoongi despised him and how much he himself despised Min Yoongi.

Min Yoongay ass bitch🖕🏼
What the fuck.
Why are you texting me?

You
It was a dare!
Don't think too highly of yourself!😠

Min Yoongay ass bitch🖕🏼
That was the lamest excuse I've ever heard.
Stop trying to annoy me and let me sleep, Jung.

You
You're a self-centered bastard!
I already told you it was a dare.
I

hope you choke in your sleep❤

Min Yoongay ass bitch🖕🏼
I hate you too❤
Now fuck off, I really need to sleep.

Hoseok scoffed. "Such an arrogant son of a bitch." The others giggled, Jimin included, since he himself was also not very fond of Min Yoongi. How could he not, that boy was Jeon Jungkook's best friend!

"Oh my god. Someone wake Taehyung up, I think he died," Dahyun spoke, pointing at the quietly snoring boy on the ground, curled up into a ball and his brown hair sprawled all over the floor and his face.
To Jimin, he looked like a fallen angel.

"I'll do it." The silver-haired male moved closer towards the sleeping boy, pushing a strand of hair behind his ear and cooing at his adorable sleeping face, lips formed into a pout and eyelashes kissing his still rosy cheeks.

"Taehyungie," he whispered, laying his chubby, wet hand on the other's cheek, him not budging in the slightest.
"Hey. Wake up?" He started to pinch it and when the younger male still didn't move a wink, poked it.

Nothing was of use.

"I think he won't be available anymore, for today." Jimin shrugged, letting go of the sleeping Taehyung, much to his dismay.

All of a sudden, he could hear the brunette's phone ring.
"Uh, that was Tae's phone." He looked into the round.
"I'll check it, maybe it was his mom."

After he got everyone's approval, he unlocked it and read the new messages, frowning as he saw that an unknow number had texted him.

+82 2948284881
It's been a while, Taehyung.
I see you're still being a stubborn, little bitch.
And there's what? Dating rumors about you and that silly, bunny-toothed bastard? Moved on quickly, huh?
Do you want me to get angry?
You'll regret ignoring me like this, Taehyung. I promise.

Jimin balled his fist. He could not believe what he was seeing. Scrolling through all messages the unknown number had sent him, he felt himself getting angrier and angrier. Who the hell was this? What did he want from Taehyung? Why had Taehyung never talked to him about this? Wasn't he his best friend since basically forever?