once upon an us ↞ jenmin

NINETEEN, new beginnings.

"No."

"No??" He asked incredulously.

"No," Jennie reiterated stubbornly, "You're doing too much for me! I can't accept that."

"We have been through this discussion before," he replied equally adamantly, "You need it, Jennie!"

"Well, I need a lot of things, but I've survived without them. Another thing won't hurt."

"Your logic doesn't make sense."

"Right, it makes dollars," she smirked and he looked at her exasperatedly, "Jennie."

"Jimin," she mimicked.

"Either you accept that or you sleep with me."

Jennie raised her eyebrow, "Really?"

He flushed, "I mean, not in a sexual way!"

"I never said it was sexual."

"But you- you- ugh!" he looked at her accusingly, and the brunette laughed lightly.

"It's all on your dirty mind," she grinned, but her smile slowly faded, "Look, Jimin-"

"Yeah, I'm looking. You look very beautiful today."

She shot him an irritated look and he gave her an innocent one, proud to see her cheeks turning pink, "Thank you, but I can't accept the bed, okay? The couch works fine for me."

"Not for your back."

"I'll manage."

"Jen, let me just pamper you!" his voice rose.

"Why?" she burst, "You're already giving me a house to live in, denying me of rent, offering to pay for Seo Ha's preschool and child care fees, and you want to give me more luxury???"

"Seo Ha's my child! Of course I'd-"

"Well, I'm not your wife, Jimin! I've hurt you, you need to rem-"

"That doesn't mean I don't want you to be!"

Jennie's defensive stance immediately slackened, her shoulders dropping and her face blanked.

"What?"

Jimin's face also blanched, and he played dumb.

"I don't know, what?"

"What did you say?"

"I said my word is law and therefore, you're getting a bed."

"Your word is not law! That's not what you said!"

"Well, too bad," he smirked at her, "I ordered the extra bed already. Don't want it to go to waste now, do we?"

The brunette huffed in frustration, her hand reaching for the first thing in the huge bag of things she brought and threw it at him.

Unfortunately for her, he caught it with ease and smirked at her, "La-"

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Jennie snapped, turning red and grabbing her bra out of his hand.

Her mistake to throw that.

It reminded her of multiple things. A lot of things. Things related to night activities in a bed. She knew it must be weird to remember the innerwear she had worn that night. And that reminded her of the call.

"I need a moment," she breathed out, face warm, and stalked to the toilet in his kitchen.

Jimin called after her, feeling mischievous, "Don't jack o-"