Why Are You Everywhere? | Yoonmin FF

35. Looking For Me?

Jungkook patted his shoulder. "Then we push you into the deep end and make you scream his name."

Jimin’s jaw dropped. "Are you trying to kill me?!"

Taehyung shrugged. "I mean....if it gets Yoongi-hyung to dive in and rescue you, is it really a bad idea?"

Jimin covered his face, groaning. "I hate you both."

Jungkook grinned. "Love you too, chim. Now let’s go make Yoongi suffer."

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Taehyung and Jungkook walked towards the pool, their eyes scanning the area like two mischievous spies on a mission. As soon as they reached, they were met with pure chaos....Namjoon, Jin, and Hoseok were already inside the water, splashing each other like overgrown kids. Jin was shrieking dramatically whenever water hit his face, Namjoon was trying to drown Hoseok (and failing), while Hoseok was just laughing like a dolphin.

But the real sight to behold? Min Yoongi.

The man was stretched out on a sun lounger, looking like he had just stepped out of a magazine photoshoot. Black sunglasses covering his eyes, arms resting behind his head, his entire aura screaming "I'm too cool for this nonsense." The sun hit his skin just right, and even though he was doing nothing, he was stealing all the attention.

Taehyung nudged Jungkook, whispering, "Look at him. He’s not even trying, and he looks like the main character."

Jungkook nodded, "It’s illegal to be this cool while we’re planning crimes."

Taehyung huffed. "Alright, let's begin out plan."

Jungkook smirked. "Where’s our main star?"

Right on cue, Jimin entered the scene.

The warm breeze swept through as he stepped onto the poolside, dressed in nothing but a robe, his bare feet padding lightly against the tiles. His face held a mix of shyness and determination, but his eyes....oh, his eyes held something else entirely. A challenge.

From their spot, Jungkook and Taehyung sat up straight, their eyes glimmering with pure anticipation. They had front-row seats to what was about to be a masterpiece of drama, seduction, and hopefully, Yoongi’s suffering.

Jimin didn’t spare a single glance in Yoongi’s direction. Instead, he walked right past him, his movements deliberate, controlled, yet carrying an air of nonchalance. It was as if Yoongi wasn’t even there.

Yoongi, who had been lounging on the sunbed like a king, lowered his sunglasses slightly. His brows furrowed ever so slightly as his gaze followed Jimin’s every step, his sharp eyes narrowing in curiosity.

And then, it happened.

Jimin stopped at the edge of the pool. With a slow, calculated movement, he reached for the belt of his robe, fingers working lazily, dragging out the moment as if he had all the time in the world.

And then, in one smooth motion, he let it slip off his shoulders.

The soft fabric cascaded down his arms, pooling onto the ground at his feet.

A sharp inhale. A flicker of tension.

Jimin stood there, bathed in the golden glow of the sun, wearing nothing but black swim shorts that hugged his frame just right. His upper body was fully exposed, lean muscles shifting subtly as he stretched, his skin glistening under the sunlight. His toned stomach, the elegant curve of his collarbones, the flex of his arms....it was a sight.