Wait, something didn't quite add up there. All my theories about Jimin and Minhee's affair dissolved with his one statement. How could they be an item when Jimin claims to have never touched Minhee? "I thought there could be nothing more frustrating than you being savage and disrespectful. Well, I was wrong." Jimin was clearly overreacting when I was indulged in deep thinking. 

If they didn't have feelings for each other then why was Park Jimin so desperate to get me to his bedrooms? 

"Ugh! Why are you pregnant with his child already!?" It really sucks when you can't come to a conclusion and adding to it, Jimin's high notes pissed me beyond words. 

"Oh, for God's milkshake, I'm not fucking pregnant!" I yelled back in the same decibel range as him. He was caught between a 'shocked but not surprised' expression and I instantly regretted spilling the truth for my convenience. "Ah... this pregnancy is getting to my head so bad that at times I say shit I don't even mean haha. Anyways, I'll leave you to your own company, Mr Park." 

"Oh, babygirl, there are so many other things that can get to your head and make you scream words I appreciate." His voice went completely low in an intimidating way. His footsteps became louder as he walked closer and snaked an arm around my waist. Bringing his mouth directly above my ear, he whispered, "Let's try those things." 

Taehyung's PoV

"I drank too much, I need to use the washroom." I stood up so abruptly that Hoseok didn't get the chance to question anything. I headed straight to the women's room just for the formality of confirming my suspicions. "Y/N!" I called out for her to hear me but no one else than an old lady poked her head through a cubicle. Looking from her point of view, I was just a man standing in the middle of a women's room. "I'm so sor—" she threw toilet paper roll at me which hit me right on my forehead and knocked me down.

I managed to get away alive somehow. My next super goal was to get Jimin's stay details. I moved to the reception. "Good evening, sir, how may I help you?" Like a programmed robot, the guy behind the desk narrated the lines. 

"Ah, yes. I was wondering if I could get Mr Park Jimin's room keys?" I fitted professional language to make it sound more appealing. 

He typed something and then looked up at me with a smile. "Mr Park asked us to give such information to females visitors only." Just a friendly suggestion, change this desk's name from 'help desk' to 'come here to waste your time desk' because that's what you do.

"That brat..." I mumbled underneath my breath and strained my brain to come up with a good story to convince the man. "My friend locked himself behind the doors. He's claustrophobic and HE THINKS HE WOULD DIE. I NEED TO SAVE HIM. SURRENDER THE KEYS QUICKLY IF YOU DON'T WANT A BRATTY GHOST WANDERING AROUND YOUR HOTEL." With every syllable, I raised my voice to make the man realise the seriousness of the situation, silently hoping he was gullible enough to believe it.

My plan worked out in the right way as the desk guy panicked before hastily handing me the keys to Jimin's room. "I'll keep an ambulance on standby, just in case." Having no time to tell the man that I was just kidding, I let the things go with the flow.

I decided to climb up the stairs because waiting for the lift would have taken too much time and I was already running short at it. After reaching the third floor, my stamina gave up and I wished to have waited for the lift instead.

This animal refusal literally booked a room in outer space.

Two kids were playing in the lobby of one of the floors. Their dad called them before they could conclude their little roleplay. With a promise of returning quickly and continuing the game, they left their toys carelessly in the lobby and followed up behind their dad. 

Not that I cared about it... or did I? 

15 Minutes Later...

I cordially blamed the alcohol in my system for making me so lousy at climbing just 9 floors. Whom am I lying to though? Other than saving Y/N, I definitely had an important task of teaching Jimin to book rooms closer to the ground. 

Taking two rounds of the same passage did not help me realise that room number 96 exists because l blindly overlooked the room I desperately needed to get to among the monotonously selected oak wood doors.

I took a deep breath and unlocked the door. The scene in front of my eyes made me feel guilty for not knocking before getting in. He was making out with some girl. "Oh shit! I am so sor—"

I was halfway out while closing the door and planning to bleach my eyes when the lady under him shouted. "It's me, you dumbass Taehyung." The familiar feminine voice literally slapped my head. It was Y/N!

"Get off my wife you jamless twerp," I shouted at him who was on top of a very uncomfortable Y/N. Before he even had a chance to do anything himself, Y/N helped him get off rather too harshly. Damn, my lady's strong.

Why did I even come here when she could do what I am supposed to do herself?

Jimin had his balls hurt for the second time by Y/N but this time, he also fell flat on his butt. "Ouch." He winced, not knowing which important part's pain he should ease first.

She crawled across the bed to help him get up, maybe because she wasn't quite trying to hurt him. She had to stop when I glared lasers at her while being deadly serious. I didn't run up 9 floors to see you help him.

The very willful self of Jimin helped him stand up and walk with an intention of killing someone and that someone was me. The feeling was mutual though. "How the fuck did you get inside?!" He was more confused about my presence than angry though. 

"None of your business, you ant-sized being," I said, keeping my tone as low as him. Note the sarcasm. "What the fuck were you doing with my wife?!"

"None of your business, you giraffe-sized being." He mimicked me and ended his sentence with a sweet eye roll instead of an apology. I tried to ignore him and walk towards a 'still-not-able-to-believe-it' Y/N but he had to stick his leg out which made me fall.

Just when I was a step away from creating the image of a perfect lifesaver, Jimin literally stuck his foot in between. "You're so dead, Jimin!" I roared at him but it had no effect on him as he jumped on the bed to hide Y/N behind his small body.

"You ain't getting her, Taehyung." Jimin was a soft bean but he never liked to show that side of him. Now that he knew I would take her away from him, tears welled up in his eyes.

"Keep your hands to yourself or else I'll..." I stomped my foot on the wooden floor, just the way one does to scare away street dogs, forgetting his human side which was worse than that.

He scoffed while holding back his tears which were dangerously close to spilling out. "Or else what?! You'll step on me? Try me, asshole." He smirked while pulling Y/N behind him as if he genuinely didn't want her to get hurt.

"Maybe worse." I pulled out the weapon hidden securely in my back pocket. With him being my target, my fingers reached for the trigger.

"Bang bang, boi."

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A/N:- Peopleeeee!
I want you all to pray for my soul because I'm thissss close to becoming a zombie. It's 6 in the morning and I have an OFFLINE exam at 8 and I haven't slept at all in 24 hours. I have been preparing for that exam all night but now I think I remember nothing. If you see this note, please pray for my ass to not dip in these papers. Stay healthy and happy and sleep well because being nocturnal sucks.