"WHAT THE ACTUAL F*CK, V?!" Jimin screamed at him, his cheeks immediately going a deep red from embarrassment. "Well, I heard you yelling, and from the guest room, it sounded like you were screaming. When I burst into your room to run into the bathroom to make sure you were okay, I realized you weren't screaming out of pain, or that you were hurt. So I just wanted to-" "GET THE F*CK OUT!" He yelled at him, regret crashing into him like karma. "I guess I'll just see you in the morning then, kitten." V smiled at him as he slid off of the counter, and left the bathroom. 

"What the f*ck kind of person does that?!" Jimin whisper-yelled to himself, quickly stepping out of the shower to dry off and change. Cursing at himself every millisecond, he squeezed his pink hair with a towel, making sure to get the slight split-ends dried as well. Drying himself frantically, but still making sure he was dry, he quickly changed into his loose, long-sleeve pajama shirt and long pants. Those were the most comfiest pajama's to him. Drying his hair one more time to make sure it was dry, he opened the bathroom door, and cold air crashed against his warm skin, causing him to shiver slightly. 

Thank gosh V actually left to go to sleep, and wasn't waiting on his bed for him or anything. He did but he didn't want to go see if V needed anything. He did, to be a good hostess. But he also didn't, because he just heard him screaming in pleasure. 'Nope, he's fine. I am not facing him until the morning.' Jimin told himself, flopping down on his bed to finally get sleep. Tomorrow was probably going to be awkward and embarrassing as heck. 

"Hey, wake up sleepy head." Jungkook laughed as Jimin felt him jump onto him. "Mm, what do you want~" Jimin groaned, not even being fully awake before he couldn't breathe. "You to wake up. We have shopping to do!" Jungkook smiled, speaking right next to Jimin's ear, just to be annoying. "I'm sorry, we?" Jimin asked, shoving Jungkook off of him as his eyes adjusted to the sudden bright light. "Did you open my f*cking curtains or some sh*t?" He scoffed, looking around his bright room. "J-Hope says sunshine is what this world needs, so I'm just doing what he told me to do." Jungkook laughed, sitting in the middle of Jimin's queen sized bed. 

"And what exactly was that?" Jimin asked with a yawn, turning over to face his morning friend. "To open up the curtains whenever waking someone up." Jungkook giggled. "What the heck are we shopping for?" Jimin groaned, sitting himself up. "I don't know, I feel like spending money." Jungkook smiled innocently at him. Jimin lazily grabbed his phone from his nightstand, making sure to unplug it so the charger didn't break anything like last time, and looked at the time. 

"B*tch you woke me up at 10 in the morning to go spend money neither one of us have?" He scoffed, giving Jungkook a death glare. "Yyyyyyes." Jungkook answered with hesitation. "Where the f*ck is V?" Jimin asked, changing the subject, instantly regretting saying V's name after remembering what happened between the two last night. "I don't know-" "You don't know?!" Jimin echoed, staring at Jungkook with a look of panic. "Nothing's missing. Maybe he went home, or went somewhere to eat." Jungkook suggested as he saw his friend throw off his covers, and shooting up from his bed. 

"Damn, Jimin." Jungkook smirked, looking Jimin up and down. Jimin heard the sudden deepness of his voice, and turned around to face him. He followed his friends' gaze, and saw his pajama pants missing. "What-" "We don't have to go shopping now- if you don't want to, sh*t." Jungkook cursed, biting his bottom lip as he scanned his friend's tanned, thick thighs. "B*tch- you can look but you can't touch. Where the f*ck are my pants?" Jimin scoffed, lifting his thick comforter to look for his pajama pants. "I don't know. I wish I knew." Jungkook snickered, getting off of Jimin's bed so he could continue to search for them. 

"B*tch go home." Jimin scoffed sarcastically. He groaned and partially screamed when he messed up his entire bed, only to not find his pants. "Ugh, let me get changed, and then I guess we can go spend money on useless sh*t." He told his friend, looking at him with defeat. "Get your thirsty a*s out of my room!" He yelled as he noticed Jungkook still staring at his lower half. "Meanie." Jungkook pouted as he left his room. 

Jimin huffed as he went over to his dresser to grab a pair of jeans, but froze when his drawer was empty. He opened the drawer below his pants drawer, and found no socks or boxers. Frantically, he ran across his room to his closet, and opened it. No shirts. "That f*cking b*tch!" Jimin yelled as he stormed out of his bedroom. "Jimin, quit teasing me~" Jungkook whined as Jimin still had nothing to cover his lower half but a pair of black boxers. Ignoring his thirsty friend, he opened the guest room door. 

The room was just as it was before V arrived; all clean, and tidy, and perfect. He ran over to the closet that was in the wall, and opened the sliding door. Empty. He ran over to the bed, and looked underneath of it. No clothes. 

"What the f*ck?!" Jimin yelled as he ran to the bathroom. Everything was in place; nothing was missing or misplaced. Partially anger beginning to flow into him, he dashed back across the house into his room, and opened his own bathroom door. 

On the bathroom counter was a yellow sticky note, right where V was sitting when Jimin took his shower last night. It had a winky face on it, and what looked like a phone number. Jimin went over to his bed, grabbed his phone, and dialed the number on the sticky note in the bathroom. "What are you yelling and running around about?" Jungkook asked as he stood in the doorway. Jimin motioned for him to shut up. 

"Ah, good morning kitten-" "B*tch where the f*ck are my f*cking clothes?!" Jimin yelled into his phone. "Don't worry, kitten. I didn't steal them. They're at my house with me. You have to come get them." V's voice was heard on the other side of the phone. "I don't know where you f*cking live! And what the hell happened to my pajama pants?!" Jimin yelled again, making Jungkook confused as ever. "I took them off last night-" "B*TCH YOU DID WHAT?!" Jimin screamed, making Jungkook jump. 

"I didn't touch you, kitten. I want you to be humiliated when you come to my house, so have fun. My address is somewhere you never showed me in your house that I found. I want to talk to you about it when you get here." V told him, sounding completely calm. "You f*cked with the wrong person, V." Jimin scoffed as he hung up the phone. "Okay, what the f*ck is going on?" Jungkook asked, trying to keep his eyes where they should be on Jimin's body. 

"You call RM and J-Hope, and I'm calling Suga and Jin." 

"What's-" "Go call them, and tell them to get here asap."

"But-" "Now, Jungkook!"

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