❝Feeling a little needy?❞ Jimin kissed her, and she grabbed his shoulders for stability, breathing heavily as she watched him lower her pants. ❝Oh, honey, I'm feeling a little needy, too. I want to taste you, hear those pretty moans when you feel go...
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When the weekend arrived, most of us had been sick and recovered, but Jimin and Jungkook were the lucky ones and never got affected.
I'd just finished packing the guest room for my new apartment Lyric helped me find during the week, and it was a steal; much less than I'd paid for my apartment with Ryker. The apartment complex was able to take me on quickly, and I had plenty saved up for a down payment and first month's rent.
Everyone was helping me move—Lyric had come over, and Yoongi had left his room.
"You ready?" Lyric asked from the bottom of the stairs, hands on her hips as she squinted at me through her heart-shaped sunglasses. "We put everything else in the car."
"Yeah," I agreed, not getting a chance to protest when Taehyung took the box from me with a quick kiss to my head on his way to the car.
Lyric wiggled her brows as she linked arms with me and tugged me after her and him.
"Are we ready?" Namjoon asked as the three of us stepped outside where everyone was waiting.
"Ready," Lyric chirped, earning a squeak of surprise from me when she pushed me toward Namjoon.
He caught me easily, taking me by my forearms to steady me. When he was sure I was stable, he sent a look over my head at Lyric, followed by a faux innocent, "What?" in return.
She was scheming; she teased me while I packed up the guest room and during her texts before she arrived. She said she saw tension between all of us, sexual tension, and I was sure I couldn't grow any redder than I had today already.
Namjoon guided me to the car, seated me between him and Jimin, and closed the door when Lyric tried to join us.
"Namjoon," I protested.
He kissed the side of my forehead. "Hm?"
"Lyric," I insisted, pointing at her from where she was flipping him off and being guided to another car by Hoseok, but she was smirking like she knew Namjoon was prodding his lips against mine while Jimin rubbed my inner thigh.
"Lyric," he told me, "is scheming."
"You—you know?"
"She smirks whenever she looks at us and just shoved you toward me so I would catch you." He mouthed against my cheek, "She can go in another car."
Jimin spread my right thigh as Namjoon spread the other, and my breath caught as they patted either one.
"Shh," Namjoon murmured, lifting his hand to cup between my thighs. "You're not with Lyric now; you're with us. Is that okay with you?"
