Author’s note: THIS IS NOT THE PART I SENT TO MY PROFESSOR!!! This is actually SFW, the smut is allllll in the next part ;) I’m not done tweaking it yet, so for now here’s this!!
A loud clanging noise came from the kitchen, causing you to turn your head. An out-of-breath Jaehee peeked out from the around the corner, completely covered in flour.
“Sorry about that,” she smiled apologetically, “dinner should be ready in-”
“JAEHEEEEE, I THINK I BURNT SOMETHING!!”
Seven’s panicky voice echoed throughout Jumin’s apartment. Jaehee sighed and turned around, mumbling something about ‘who let Luciel in the kitchen,’ and how she was going to ‘make sure they never saw the light of day again.’
After watching her storm out of the room, you turned back to Zen.
Zen leaned back into the couch and kicked his legs up on the coffee table.
“Just how annoying it is that we have to host our monthly RFA dinners at his house,” Zen glared at Jumin.
The businessman stopped poking at his sleeping cat and stood up. “It’s not like I asked for this!” He made his way across the room and plopped down on the other side of you. “I’m merely a victim of being volunteered.”
“Victim? Please, you don’t even understand the word.”
“Can you two not do this?”
Zen and Jumin looked at the blonde gamer sitting on the ground in front of you. “I can’t hear my game if you guys constantly bicker!”
“Or,” you threw a pair of headphones at his head, “you could just wear these.”
Yoosung quickly dodged the flying object. He crossed his arms and pouted.“You could’ve hit me, MC!!”
“Sorry, I’m just hangry.”
As if on que, you stomach growled.
“Speaking of angry,” Zen looked around, “where the hell is your boyfriend?”
You held up your phone and waved it around. “He just texted me saying he’ll be late.”
Yoosung mashed down a couple buttons on his controller and turned back around. “He better not flake on us this time!”
Your stomach growled again and you sunk farther back in between Jumin and Zen. You heard quiet laughter coming from you right and swung a pillow in that direction.
“Don’t laugh at my misery, Zen.”
He grabbed the pillow from your hand and chunked it across the room. “Careful, you could’ve hit my money maker,” he gestured to his face.
You and Jumin looked at each and rolled your eyes.
“If that’s your money maker you must be one poor man,” Jumin chided.
“That,” you hopped up and moseyed your way toward the door, “should be Saeran.”
The door clicked and you swung it open.
Saeran gave you his heart-warming, soul-melting, could-bring-you-back-to-life smile.
He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a kiss.
A loud cough finally broke the two of you apart.
You pulled away and wiped your mouth, staring at the your now very flushed boyfriend. Saeran muttered an apology before walking over to the couch, taking your spot between Zen and Jumin. You followed him, sitting down on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist again and rested his head on your shoulder.
“So,” Yoosung paused his game and set down his controller, “why were you so late?”
Saeran looked down at Yoosung and shrugged. “I didn’t want to come.”
Yoosung formed an “O” with his mouth and looked away. Zen pulled out his phone and opened up his front camera, checking himself out. You looked over at Jumin, who was picking at his nail beds.
You clapped your hands together, getting everyone’s attention.
“For the last time,” you glared at Jumin, “I’m NOT A CAT!”
“Forty-five seconds left!”
“It’s not my fault you’re a terrible actress!”
“Well, what about you? This is the FIFTH round you’ve guessed a cat!”
“And? For all I know you could’ve been one!”
Both you and Jumin yelled at the blonde in sync. Yoosung’s eyes widened and he slowly put down the timer.
“S-Sorry, just trying to help,” he held his hands up in surrender.
Saeran sighed, “You do realize they’re on the other team, right?”
“Yeah, but they’re so… bad.”
“Watch it,” you shot Yoosung a bone-chilling look.
How the hell am I supposed to act out The Titanic?
Desperately, looked around the room.
He looked up from his phone and groaned. “I already told you I didn’t want to waste my talents playing-”
“Get your ass up here before I shove that phone down your throat.”
In a flash Zen was standing next to you. Covering it up so Jumin couldn’t see, you showed him the paper.
“I have an idea, but I need your help.”
You tugged on his shirt, forcing him to lean down. Cupping his ear, you whispered your plan to him.
As you spread your arms out, Zen wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his chin on top of your head and you opened your mouth.
Jumin stood up and pointed at you. “The, u-uhh, THE TITANIC!”
Jumin clapped his hands together and smiled. Without thinking, you turned around and gave Zen a kiss on the cheek.
He lifted you up and spun you around before setting you back down. “See!! Aren’t I an amazing actor?”
A chill shot down your spine when you heard the venom laced in those words. You felt a hand snake around your waist and pull you away from Zen.
Zen is such an airhead sometimes.
As Jumin bragged to the others about his superior guessing skills, you focused on your boyfriend.
“What’s with the sudden mood change?”
He gave you his classic ‘are you really that dumb’ look and sighed. He motioned with his eyes to something behind you.
You lowered your voice to a harsh whisper. “Are you jealous?”
“On the cheek, for like, half a second. It was completely platonic!”
“Hmph,” he looked away from you, letting go of your waist.
“Come on,” you grabbed his chin and forced him to look at you, “don’t be like that. I love you, remember?”
The corners of Saeran’s mouth twitched. You smiled and took a step forward, “Now, kiss me like you don’t want to lose me.”
Something dark gleamed in his eyes, and he gave you a devious grin. “Don’t mind-”
You let go of his face and pushed past him. Finally, I’m starving!!
Little did you know food wasn’t the only thing you were gonna put in your mouth tonight.
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