Jimin's Pov

Taehyung yawned for what felt like the hundredth time, his mouth stretching wide as he struggled to keep his eyes open. "Finally, I never thought they would leave."

I slumped into a nearby chair, every movement around me slow. I rubbed my temples with a sigh that spoke of severe exhaustion. "What's worse is that we got to witness Jin on a date with Jiwon and my innocent mother falling for his tricks."

Taehyung's voice began dripping with sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. "Oh, yes, she's so innocent." He said, his tone laced with an unmistakable edge.

My eyes narrowed slightly as I tilted my head ever so slightly, my mind racing to decode his earlier statement. "What are you trying to say?"

He shrugged his shoulders, looking me straight in the eye. "I am sure you know what I mean. Your mom ain't all that innocent... did Jin force your mom to not believe her best friend?"

"So are you saying that my mom is the cause of everything that has happened to her?"

He leaned forward, a smile curved on his lips as he nodded. "Exactly! Finally, you've gotten it right."

My eyes darted around the room, as my hands traced the edge of the table beside me in a repetitive motion. I waved him off with a dismissive hand. "Stop talking if the only thing you are going to say are things that don't matter."

A faint, almost bored smile played on his lips. He shrugged effortlessly, his shoulders rising and falling in a sleepy manner. "Whatever," he said dismissively. "But we both know I am right."

My eyes fluttered open as a hand vigorously shook my shoulders. I squinted against the dim light, my vision initially blurred.

I blinked several times, trying to make sense of the voice that was calling my name. "Jimin, wake up."

I gradually became more aware, my face scrunched in confusion. "Where am I?" I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands.

"You died from exhaustion at your workplace and I took the image of your closest acquaintance to guide you to the afterlife."

"What?!" I screamed knocking down tables and chairs in arms reach. "But I am going to heaven right?"

"Haa! You wish." The unknown figure laughed, as my legs trembling uncontrollably.

"Damn bro, you must be really tired. Why on earth would you believe that?"

"Then what happened?"

"I was talking to you, before you sat down on the chair, I thought you were ignoring me, but it just turns out you were just sleeping.

My brows furrowed deeply as I glanced from one side of the room to another, trying to make sense of everything. A confused frown creased my forehead. "So you didn't argue at all with me today?"

"Damn Gina, you must really be exhausted."

"Please don't talk like that."

"Ok boomer."

I showed a forced smile, rolling my eyes at his childishness. "Anyway, you're sure you didn't fight with me?"

"Yep, if anything, you should be fighting with me for wearing your underwear."

"What did you just say?"

His hands fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, twisting it nervously as his eyes darted around the room. "Nothing."

"Taehyung," I called his name as he hummed in response. "Are you wearing my underwear?"

"No." He squeaked with an high pitched female voice.

"Okay, I believe you."

"Thank you."

"Now... strip."

"What?"

"I'm sure you heard me the first time."

"Are you joking?"

I stepped closer to him, so close that I could feel his breath on my face. "If you don't strip now, I would remove your clothes myself."

"You're joking, right?"

"Try me." I smirked.

Before I could do anything, Taehyung pushed me to the ground and started running.

I ran after him and finally caught up to him, pouncing on him. "Come on, don't be shy, I just want to see what's inside your pants."

While we were struggling a dry, forced cough erupted from the back of the room, causing both of us to turn around slowly, seeing our boss smiling at us.

This definitely doesn't look good.

"Mr. Park, welcome, we are so sorry for the mess, we will start cleaning up right away."

The old man just laughed, waving his hands dismissively. "I get it, you are just two lovers having fun."

I don't think he gets it.

"No, Mr. Park. It's not what it looks like."

"Sure," He winked at us, laughing. "I might be old but that doesn't mean that my mentality is ancient. I don't mind gays."

"B-b-but..."

"Shhhh. You don't have to explain."

"B-b-but..."

"Shhhh. Alright I will be going to give you two some space." He winked at us.

"B-b-but..."

~I am not gay.