All In PJM 🔞

IX ♣️

After the crazy week I've had revolving around men, the weekend can't come quick enough. With only getting one weekend off every month, I always make sure to make the most of it.

The day is mostly spent running errands and cleaning my house, whilst the nights... that's where I let my freak flag fly. Well not completely fly, just let myself hang with the guys and have a few drinks.

Pleased with myself that the kitchen is finally spotless, I throw the dish cloth into the sink, taking a quick glance at the clock before deciding it's time to get ready for tonight. After a nice hot shower, I stood in front of my closet trying to decide what to wear tonight. I know I want to be comfortable, but I know a certain someone will be there also. So after settling for my skinny black jeans, a tight white tank top and a long cardigan, I pair it with some high heeled ankle boots.

Just as I finish applying my makeup, the doorbell rings through the house, making me jump in excitement expecting it to be the new shoes I ordered online. Stumbling slightly as I run down the stairs faster than I should in these heels, I grab the door handle, pulling the door open looking down at the porch, expecting to see a package, but instead, It's a pair of feet.

My eyes making their way up the torso of the body that owns these feet, I have to try and hide my grin as I finally meet his lips, then his eyes as he grins at me.

"Hello beautiful." He breathes out, looking me up and down also.

"Hi Jimin."

"I was just wondering if you needed a ride." He smiles, jangling his keys in his hand.

"I do own a car you know." I chuckle as I step aside to let him in.

"I figured that out by the car in the driveway. I'm just volunteering myself as your designated driver for the evening in case you decide to drink." He tells me as he walks inside.

"You're not drinking?" I tilt my head, half with the question, half taking the opportunity to check out his ass as I walk behind him.

"Maybe"

"Okay, well I just gotta grab my bag and I'm good to go." I tell him as we stop in the kitchen, glad that he's seeing my house for the first time after I actually made an effort to clean. Feeling a strange amount of butterflies forming in my stomach as he smiles and nods at me, I bite my lip just looking at the way he leans on the counter, reliving the kiss in my mind before retreating out of the room.

Walking in the living room to retrieve my bag, I feel heat rising in my body at the thought of him being in my house, secretly wishing we didn't have to leave. I don't know what it is about him, I barely know him and yet I'm so quick to throw out all my inhibitions and break my own rules just because he looks like a stripper that doesn't curse, if that makes sense.

Resting my bag on top of the back of the couch, I begin to fish through it to check that I have everything I need.

"You ready?"

Jumping out of my skin, I turn to see Jimin standing over me, his body inches from me as mine is now practically pressed into the back of the couch. All it would take is for one of us to lean ever so slightly for me to be able to taste those sweet lips of his again. So to say I'm a little disappointed when he steps back and holds out his hand for me, would be a major understatement. I would literally let this man have his way with me right here, right now. But again, fucking chivalry, such a cock block.

Taking his hand as he leads me out to his car, we both stay silent as he opens the door for me and all of the drive to Namjoons' house. Only our laboured breaths can be heard until the car comes to a stop.

"Nice house." Jimin says, looking up at the house in front of us. "What does he do?"

"He's in real estate" I tell him, earning a nod as I push the front door open, letting ourselves in.

Hearing the laughing and cheering of the guys as soon as we step inside, I smile at Jimin as we hear Yoongi cursing out Jungkook from the games room.

"Guys, we're here!" I call out, kicking off my shoes before making my way through the house.

"Hey gorgeous" Taehyung coos as he comes out from the kitchen, leaving a kiss on the side of my head before handing me a bottle of beer. "Hey man." He nods at Jimin, handing a bottle to him.

"No thanks, I'm driving." Jimin tells him, handing the bottle back.

"Suit yourself." Tae shrugs, taking the bottle back and taking a swig. "As you probably heard, they are already at it in the games room."

Following behind him, we reach the game room as he pulls the door open, smoke spewing out as we see the others sat around, a few smoking cigars as the rest stick to just drinking.

"Here they are!" Hobi claps his hands, pulling me onto his lap. "Did you guys come together?" he narrows his eyes at me, Jungkook looking over as he says it.

"We live close to each other and I needed directions." Jimin answers, taking a seat across from us.

"Cool." Namjoon nods. "Y/N, since you are the only lady in the room, you can deal first, pick your game sweetheart."

Sliding the deck of cards over to me, I slide off Hobi's lap and sit beside him, shuffling the deck as I eye all of the guys. "I feel like starting out with a little lighthearted Indian poker" I grin, Tae furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.

"What the fuck is Indian?"

"Same as Hold'em." I shrug as a smirk forms on my lips. "Except you can't see your own cards, just everyone else's."

"Tae, she's gonna deal the cards, once everyone has theirs you lift it up to your forehead so everyone can see your hand and you can see there's, it's very simple." Jin tells him.

"Oooh that sounds fun." Tae exclaims, reaching in his back pocket. "I need my lucky glasses for this."

"Tae, where did you get those?" I sigh, looking across the table at him.

"Kookie gave them to me." He smiles.

Reaching my hand out for them, he places them in my hand, frowning when I put them on.

"Notice anything Tae?" I ask him, hearing the rest of the table snickering.

"You son of a bitch!" Tae screeches, punching Jungkook in the arm. "I've been wearing them for three weeks!!"

I love Taehyung, I really do, he is the sweetest guy. But he's definitely not the sharpest tool in the box. And these guys are mean for playing with him the way they do. As if they let him play poker wearing mirrored sunglasses for three weeks. Sneaky bastards.

Happy Monday 🥱🥱