Rivals

"Ugh..." I stared at the mess that was the boys, sprawled around the table full of empty beer bottles. The lovely interior of the penthouse has turned into what looks like a kid's party, except - the attendants were a bunch of drunk, hot men.

And the owner, Jungkook was dead drunk on the floor, his arms stuffed into his shirt, so his naked torso was peeking out. It didn't seem to be bothering him however, it did to me. It was real distracting. I just let myself drool at the sight of his parted lips and half naked body, the sounds that rolled off his tongue almost like a sensual moan meant for the bedroom.

He's so much cuter when he isn't blabbing about how he's won me in the last exam. Just sleeping peacefully with his arm clutched around the pillow. Talking about the pillow, can I be the pillow? Wait Soojung, you're supposed to loathe him.

"Oppa." I turned to my brother first, who was my priority. I dragged him painstakingly onto the couch, and covered him with a blanket I found in one of the rooms.

One by one, I slowly created makeshift beds for the boys. When it came to Park Jimin's turn, I was a nervous wreck. Half of them were shirtless and a mess, and he had to be one of the few.

I approached the boy cautiously, occasionally stealing glances at his lower body. Hot. I mentally convinced myself I'm not a pervert, but my actions speak otherwise - I kept staring at the delicious abdomen that ran down his body, his sharp jaw accompanied by the dirty blonde hair that emphasised his otherworldly features. Oh, he was such a looker.

I gently wiped the sweat off his neck and body with a towel, and he groans a little in his deep slumber. I may or may not have interpreted it in a dirty manner. Can I mention that his raspy voice sent me dangerous signals.

After a while of helping him get comfortable, I realized that Jimin was awake. He had watched me the whole time, taking care of him - and he just pretended to be asleep.

"You haven't wiped an area yet..." He sits up, a playful glint in his eyes. My attention was all focused on how he gazed at me like I was tempting him, enough to not notice that he had slid his arm around my waist.

his abs. "You haven't

full bloom, and his

at him, processing his words in my blank head. Jimin observes my expression, lets out a low

with him?" I heard a voice close behind me, and it somehow gave me the chills. And I was right, there stood Jungkook, except he wore an expression I haven't seen before.

was put in an interrogation room. Jungkook, now a little more sober, had a darkened look on his face. His bottom lip reddened from how much he was biting it.

musky cologne, and it drived me

stay away from

was the alcohol, but

rubs the back of his neck, his cheeks a little flushed from his drunken state.

his clothes. Jungkook stood frozen as I did so, his face slightly awakened from the sight.

like I'm in my underwear." I stared back weirdly.

my face. His face had turned beetroot, and

man." He says, looking sinfully at my bare shoulders

a little. How could he be the same person who teases me about my panties? Shaking the thought off, I just continued changing until he decided

called him, and he came rushing for me.

I held up his sweatpants on my waist to prevent it from falling. It was my