After years of bouncing around from casino to casino as a poker host, you finally found one that you believed you could spend the rest of your career at, thanks to them, your guys.
Six of the best men you could imagine, each one of them with their o...
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Helping me up off of the floor, I can feel a bruise already starting to form on my back. I think I can say this is the first bruise that I won't mind having.
"Sorry baby." Jimin says, his face flush as he watches me redress myself. "I got a bit excited there for a moment."
"You don't need to apologise." I chuckle. "It's not like I didn't enjoy it. Did you still want to watch a movie or just go to bed?"
"We can still watch, I just need to do something first." He responds, pacing around the kitchen as if he's looking for something.
"Jimin, what are you doing?"
"I threw my pizza somewhere in all the excitement but I don't know where it went."
"Seriously?" I laugh. "Don't worry about it, I'll find it later."
Stopping his search he looks straight at me, his eyes widening as I motion towards the living room.
"But I'm hungry..."
Sighing as I pull the refrigerator door open, I reach in and grab the entire plate of leftover pizza, his eyes lighting up before I turn and walk into the living room.
Reaching the living room he takes a seat on the sofa opposite the TV, as I just stand there ideally looking around the room thinking of where I should put myself. Now I know he said that we were going to have snuggles, but I don't wanna seem too clingy and cuddle into him straight away in case he's the type that likes space when he's watching a movie and simply just meant snuggling under a blanket.
Seeing me trying to figure out what to do with myself, he reaches his hand out to me, clasping his hand around my wrist I'm pulling me into his chest.
"Snuggles means snuggles beautiful." He whispers in my ear before laying flat on his back, pulling me on top of him and forcing my head to rest in under his arm that he opens for me. "Now, what are we watching?" He asks as he reaches for the remote.
"Well it's almost Christmas. How about a Christmas movie?" I suggest, leaning up and pulling the blanket off of the back of the couch, unfolding it and resting it over the two of us.
Scrolling through the Christmas section on Netflix, as soon as he stops, a big grin forms on my lips when I see where he has paused his search.
"Home Alone?"
"As long as it's the New York one." I smile, letting myself get more comfortable in his hold.
"Of course. It's the best one."
When we were about halfway through the movie, I could feel his phone in his pocket constantly vibrating against me, so often that it was pulling my attention away from the movie and making me turn my head to look at him.
"Jimin? Your phone?"
"It's probably just my mother." He shrugs, reaching in his pocket and pulling it out, a frown instantly falling on his face when he looks at it.
