10 | Officially
"Already?" You asked in disbelief as Jimin shrugged, pulling his t-shirt over his head.
"You probably don't have the qualifications or the experience to know, but sex doesn't take as much time as you think," he said, lips quirked into an amused smile as he smoothly slid his t-shirt down over the tautness of his abdomen. "So yeah, already."
Narrowing your eyes at him, you pulled your face into what you hoped was a scornful glare. But you weren't the best at that kind of thing, so there was no way you could be sure. "Hilarious."
"What's so hilarious about that?"
"Not for me, exactly, but it's obvious that you're mocking me for being a virgin." You tried to keep the pettiness out of your voice, but oh well if it didn't work.
He paused, peering at you over the counter that separated you both. "Well, it's not like I'm saying it mean or anything."
His eyes crinkled when you stared at him, confused, a momentary pause taking hold of the conversation. "But you...are?"
He chuckled, running a hand through his silvery hair, which looked like it had been through quite a few rounds of a good fuck—which, given the circumstances, it probably had.
"Such a Disney Princess, hm?" He grinned at you with some of his former high-school-bitch contempt, but it soon dissolved into a genuine one. "It's funny, and kind of cute, seeing you so worked up over little things like that."
Your mouth fell open at the comparison. "But I'm not—"
"I'll be in my room now," he said, interrupting your rather indignant statement. "Since it's been enough time since she left, and I need to finish my presentation."
"You have a presentation to finish?"
He gave you dark look after identifying the humour in your tone, pacing his hands on his hips. "Girls aren't the only things I do."
You raised your eyebrows doubtfully, letting just the right amount of skeptical amusement creep into your features. "Okay."
With another look, Jimin turned and left the kitchen, probably to attend to the said presentation. Guess he wasn't bluffing, then, huh?
You closed your eyes as he disappeared, leaning back and taking a deep breath. Yeah, banter was great and all, but this stuff was seriously weird for you. After such an intense session, you had hoped that you'd at least have an entryway into the world of grown-up shit, but this seemed far from the norm.
And you had stuff to do, too, without getting interrupted by your roommate whom you had started getting overly aware of after you'd kissed him. Well, that had been a given, anyway.
And this new fuckboy-playboy stuff confused you. Life back at your hometown was simple; now, you didn't know whom to believe.
You sighed before leaving the kitchen yourself.
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You almost jumped three feet in the air when a hand landed on the wall next to you.
"Gosh." You placed a hand against your chest, moving to scowl at the person, but that plan soon failed.
"I'm sorry, did I scare you?" Taehyung apologized, his trademark charming smile on his face. "I apologize."
"N—no, it's okay," you said, smiling back at him as you waved away his concern. Dammit, I stuttered again. "What brings you here, though?"
"Ah, about that," He said, scratching the back of his neck nervously. "I know we haven't known each other for long, but...I wanted to invite you somewhere."
You lips formed an 'o'. "Really?"
He nodded. "I guess you have heard about the party next week from Jimin, right?"
"Oh." Your eyebrows jumped a little, flustered thoughts coming together with a late reaction speed. "Um, yes. I think."
"Uh, yeah." He opened his mouth, looking lost for a moment before apparently finding his thoughts again. "I mean, it's probably sort of obvious that you'd be coming, considering the company you have to keep, but I wanted to formally invite you."
He spoke informally, but the tinge of respectfulness in his voice made your grin grow. "Okay."
"Okay?" Taehyung's own smile widened, changing into something less elegant, but much more appealing. "Okay. Okay, great."
You nodded, but not too vigorously. "Thank you for being so considerate," you said, trying too keep the laugh out of your voice. "I take it you'll be there?"
"Yup. And as for your roommate..." His eyes trailed to your exposed neck. "It seems like Jimin already marked you."
"What? I—" You flushed, reaching to pull up the neck of your t-shirt. "We're not dating."
He winked at you, looking more teasing than actually flirtatious. "If that's the case, then I'm always open," He leaned away from the wall.
You laughed, seeing Jimin's point about the bruises in the way Taehyung occasionally glanced at your hickeys. "So where is it?"
"It's Yoongi's penthouse," he said, and you blinked in surprise. "And there's a pool...so bring your sexiest outfit." He laughed. "Though I think you would look good in anything."
Still kind of taken aback by the comment about the penthouse, you pursed your lips and nodded. So people had penthouses. And these people were Jimin's supposed friends—Jimin, who kept his cereal in the fridge. Okay, why not?
Yoongi. The name registered in your head. Playboy. Type...classy.
You smiled at your own thoughts. Jimin must be really influencing you.
"We're all carpooling, but I guess Jimin can tell you the rest of the details," Taehyung continued. "So will I see you there?"
You smiled. "Of course!"
"Great! But if you still want to talk..." He grinned at you as he pulled out a pen, scribbling something on a piece of paper and handing it to you before walking off, but not before sending another underrated wink your way.
You waved at him, still reeling from the supposedly official invite, then looked down at the folded piece in confusion, unfolding it to take a look at its contents.
On reading it, your smile turned into a grin.
It was Taehyung's number.
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"It's working!" You grinned in delight as you slipped into the front seat of Jimin's Jeep. "Taehyung gave me his number!"
"Yeah, great." Jimin muttered, his attention somewhere else as he slipped into the seat next to you. "Amazing."
You frowned. "You're supposed to be more excited...being the one who taught me."
He raised an eyebrow, looking amused. "Is that so?" He asked in a teasing voice. "Okay then. Yay! You got Tae's number!"
His voice climbed to a pitch imitating an everyday fangirl, but you felt yourself lean away from him and his antics. In your experience, at least, girls didn't talk like that.
But that wasn't the main reason for your disgust.
You scowled at him. "Tae?"
"What?" Jimin shrugged. "Don't all you girls call their crushes by weird, supposedly cute nicknames?" He winked at you. "For example, I would be Jiminie for you."
I mean, in a non-existent parallel universe, sure.
"Are you serious? Because there's no way—"
"Shh, babygirl." Jimin leaned over, kissing you to effectively shut you up.
You glared at him after getting over your shock. "That's kinda sexist." You frowned, picking out everything politically incorrect about his words—and, of course, his actions. "Boys can call their crushes names, too, and you don't have crushes in—"
"Relax." He grinned. "Taehyung was watching...you want to make him want you, right? Then call me Jiminie."
"In your goddamn dreams."
"Well, yeah, there especially, but I'm talking about real life here." Sunlight made his eyes look like liquid gold, which did wonders to help your concentration. "You better."
At your side, your hand twitched uncomfortably. "No."
"Yes."
"No."
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