They returned home, laughing and covered in pastel shopping bags, walking through the grand doors of the estate. The sun was setting, casting golden light across the marble floor.
Jungkook was waiting on the couch. A glass of scotch in hand.
(A/n: scotch is actually a whiskey of Scotland(ㆁωㆁ) )
Taehyung felt his steps come to stop, the second he saw him
Jimin breezed right past
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
We're back old man. Try not to miss us so much next time.
He joked, dropping the bags carelessly
But his eyes weren't on jimin. They were locked on Taehyung
he stood in the hallway, suddenly aware of the soft, silky dress he was wearing– the one jimin begged him to buy. His cheeks turned pink under his gaze.
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
*all red*
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ
You're late. *cold*
He spoke. Eyes narrowing
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
It's only fifteen minutes. *shrugged*
Jimin shrugged. Already halfway up the stairs
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ
I Said seven. *coldly*
Taehyung blinked. He wasn't talking to jimin anymore.
He was talking to 𝙃𝙞𝙢
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
I.. I'm..sorry
He spoke softly, his voice sweet like sugar
Jungkook stood slowly, setting down his glass
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ
Come with me. *cold*
ᴋɪᴍ ᴛᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴɢ
M-me..?
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ
Yes. You *eye contact*
Jimin didn't even glance back.
ᴊᴇᴏɴ ᴊɪᴍɪɴ
Ugh..good luck tae. He probably wants you to sigh some 'i won't stain the floor with my heels' contact
Comments
Alfi...💜
nice story /Good/
2025-04-19
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Anna windson
noice
2025-04-19
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