''I would never trust you Park Jimin. It's your sister I am marrying, not you'' the man chuckled and raised his glass, almost swallowing all the wine with one sip.
''Out of all the men she had picked, it had to be you?'' Jimin mocked him and licked...
Not all beautiful words have beautiful meanings. The word inure means to accept or grow accustomed to something undesirable. For example, your family's constant criticism could inure you to toxic behavior from loved ones.
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! a very small warning.
Jimin was drooling.
And he shouldn't.
He promised to himself. No dirty thoughts about the younger brat. Apart from the fact that his sister is madly in love with the man, he wasn't going to fall for a tempting , lying, ungrateful ...hot twenty two year old.
It was around one-thirty, when he decided that he needed a drink. Jumping in his sweatpants and tying his robe around his frame, he climbed down the stairs, the silence of the house making him uneasy.
Walking in the room, his fingers tried to search for the light switch when a loud groan echoed in his ears. The floor lamp flooded the room with light and the crossed legged man gave him his brightest smile.
''This isn't the toilet Park. Don't you know your own place?'' he questioned with a smirk.
''At least I had the audacity to put on a robe Jeon. Y-You aren't even wearing pa...What the hell are you doing here anyway?'' he yelled.
''I live here now...And I was in a major mood for a drink'' he mumbled and lifted his glass.
''Last time your stupid ass got drunk, things didn't go that well for you, did they?'' he grinned. ''Why is he in his boxers? Tell me one good reason'', Jimin thought internally.
''Do you moan really loud when someone fucks you from behind Park?'' Jungkook asked all of the sudden causing Jimin to choke on air.
''What the fuck Jungkook? What are you saying?'' Jimin inquired, taken aback from the sinful, indiscreet question.
''I made you so uncomfortable that you called me by my name? This is unexpected'' he chuckled.
Jimin sensed the blush in his cheeks and began to lick his lips as a mechanism to hide his inner lust and inconvenience.
''Did I say something wrong?'' he continued the teasing, swirling the thin glass between his slender fingers. Jimin's brown irises followed the movement as if a miracle was happening in front of him. This couldn't get worse...
