Taehyung's POV

I sighed and walked into my apartment. I came from a very well off family, so I didn't need to work. I'd finished college early, so I had really nothing to do until I could finally land myself a job.

Not that I'd need one for financial help.

I went to my room and changed into something more comfortable, letting my hair fall messily on my head.

I walked out to the living room and turned on the lights and and came face to face with quite the sight.

"Park Jimin!" I screeched.

Jimin jumped up, in the process falling onto the floor. "You did NOT just fuck on my couch!" I shrieked.

"Shhh..." He said, squinting and waving his hand to shut me up.

"Hoseok!?" I shouted. The said man sat up quickly.

"And let me guess. Yoongi." I finished flatly, although no response was given from the third man. I crossed my arms. "Jimin, What the fuck went through your mind, bringing them to my apartment and fucking on my couch?"

"It was closer and we were drunk and horny?" He offered.

"You're getting me a new couch." I growled, walking into the kitchen.

"Taehyung~"

"No. Don't you dare try and guilt trip me into letting this go. Either buy me a new couch or give me the key to the apartment."

"How was the bartender?" Hoseok asked as he entered, wearing nothing but really tight leather pants.

I eyed him a little.

"I woke up with her boyfriend over me."

"Did you finally get your ass beat?!" Jimin asked excitedly.

"First of all, fuck you, Park Jimin." I said, turning to him. "And second of all, no, I didn't. Just startled him with some very froward comments and left."

"Bet you said you'd bend over for him anytime."

"Bet." He grinned at me and went through my cupboards, grabbing the cereal.

"You never change."

"Hey, I didn't get beat up, so..."

"You're a fucking idiot."

"Says the one who just fucked two guys last night on his best friend's couch and now has to get him a new one. That one cost 2K, by the way."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. And don't even try saying you did it somewhere else and just slept on the couch. There's dried semen on the cushions."

I poured myself a cup of coffee and then one more, walking back into the living room. The other man was up, but hadn't dressed yet. "Here." I said, shoving the coffee in his hands. "You seem like a caffeine kind of guy."

"You're taking this awfully well." He commented.

"Well, I have done this to Jimin a couple of times." I turned to see Hoseok and Jimin enter the room. "But those times Jimin was usually the one waking up beside me." I took a sip of coffee, winking at him.

"I hate you."

"Love ya too, baby."

"I told you to stop calling me that!"

"When? I never heard that between your begs for me to go harder."

"I..." He groaned and stalked into my room. I heard the door slam close and a shower start a few minutes later.

"You two have an interesting relationship."

"Oh I know, it's great. I love teasing him."

"That's What She said." Yoongi said, snorting.

"...."

"...."

"...."

"...you did not just say that." I said, my nose curling in disgust.

"What?" Both Hoseok and I rolled our eyes and turned away from him.

Jimin eventually came out of the shower and we all hung out for the day.

As six o'clock approached, I headed to my room and pulled out a loose, light blue button up and some jeans.

I tussled my hair around, letting it fall in loose waves before applying a bit of makeup and grabbing my keys.

"Damn." Jimin whistled as I walked out.

"Shut up." I sneered, grabbing my coat. I turned to the others. "Feel free to stay, but don't fuck on my couch again."

"So your bed-"

"I swear to fucking god I will murder you in your sleep, Park Jimin if you even think about it." That shut him up real quick. I sighed and turned, opening the door.

Someone who I never wanted to see again greeted me there.

A small child in tow.