Change Your Mind || Part 2
Synopsis: Jimin is finally returning home to Busan after a few years of college. His friend, Jungkook, tags along as well. Rather than being interested in the new sights, he finds his eyes following Jimin’s old friend- you.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook // (childhoodFriend!AU)
Word Count: 6334
Includes: alcohol, fingering, & blowjob
A/N: i can officially declare that this series is the most basic thing i have ever written.
The next day comes by within a dream and the second sunlight rolls past the window pane of the kitchen Jimin calls you and proposes that you three hit the club for once instead of staying locked in his room to engage in more mindless video game playing. The thought of sweaty bodies drunkenly bumping into one another on the dance floor near other couples whose lips are attached makes you cringe. You would rather be lounging in the comfort of your cozy apartment while binge watching your new favorite show on Netflix, but Jungkook’s child like begs through the telephone line makes you give in.
That’s the first you exchange words with Jimin since you stepped foot out of his house. Last night when you bursted through the door, face too pink and being too flustered. He was confused and spammed your phone, but you ignored every second of it. You then realized how much of a kid you were acting so you finally picked up this morning.
You spend your day binge watching that show, losing track of time and is left with a mere twenty minutes to get ready. You change out of your grey sweats and white shirt and hop into a little black dress that rests right above your knee, hugging your figure as if it is made for you. After the swish of your waterproof mascara that follows the whole makeup routine, Jimin calls you to let you know that they’re both outside your apartment. You hear the constant blare of the car honk that is capable of leaving your neighbors bitter. Grabbing your bag and slipping on your pair of nude heels, you shut the door and see their smug grins plastered on their faces. Jungkook is still pressing the honk with a grin and you slide inside their vehicle in hopes of them stopping. Luckily, they do and he manages to press the metal to the pedal and bounce the moment one of the neighbors step out of their own apartment.
After you greet them with an awkward ‘hello’ and a forced tug of your lips, you scoot yourself to the very right corner of the backseat and divert your attention out the window, gawking at the city lights that illuminate the shadows of the night. The pleasing sound of the car radio is broken after ten minutes when Jimin clears his throat. “So-” he locks gazes with yours from the side mirror- “you still never answered my question from last night.”