Her Name | pjm

September .C h a p t e r E i g h t.

I woke up Friday morning with a raging headache. Some of it was from the absurdity of Jimin's actions yesterday, most of it was from the smell of alcohol in the bedroom. I sat up and stretched my arms, Jimin was sleeping soundly. A smile formed on my face remembering yesterdays night. After stomping on Jimin's foot I uppercut him in the jaw. The punch was not too strong but it absolutely proved my point. I'm not sure if he will even remember it, as he basically dropped dead after it. Was it from alcohol or tiredness I couldn't tell, but he definitely needed a long rest. The only issue was that our bedroom did not have a window, so once I dragged him to his bed I was left to sleep in the same small space and inhale the intoxicating smell throughout the night.

I jumped out of the bed and went to take a shower, hoping that it would remove at least some of the smell from my body. While showering I kept thinking how I should approach the situation right now. Should I be angry? Or should I pretend nothing happened? Ideas kept rushing through my head, the most interesting ones being the most evil.

I got dressed and put a bit of make up on my face, since the circles around my eyes were quite visible. I snuck out of the bathroom and took a glance at Jimin. Sleeping now, his expression was still somewhat exhausted. His brows were narrowed and his lips were shut tight, almost forming a straight line. I looked at the human version of a bag of potatoes and couldn't help but feel pity towards him. Some serious stuff must have happened in the past few days while he was away. Give him a pass today, beat him up if it repeats. I went to the kitchen, filled a high glass of cold water and took a two pills for headache. I put everything on a plate and left it at his night stand, so that he'd at least have a quick remedy for when he wakes up. Maybe that's too much? Eh, never mind. I was not planning to dig too deep into this. It was a friendly action, a white flag from my side showing that these idiotic games are not to be taken too seriously.

Walking to my first class I noticed Kaia running towards me. "Hey! " I waved. "Hi Kieran! Oh damn, you ok? You look very tired." Damn you Kaia and your all seeing eyes. "Yea, I'm good. My roommate came back yesterday, caused a bit of a ruckus so I couldn't sleep too well. No worries though, the weekend is here and I'll have plenty of time to relax. By the way," I began a bit nervously "What are your plans for the weekend, Kaia? " She furrowed her brows and lifted her hand to her chin, pretending to think very carefully. "Well," she begun slowly "I really have to catch up with the latest season of Ru Pauls Drag Race, and I have a few assignments from my classes.." Great priorities. "But a part of that nothing too serious. Why? Have anything in mind?" I lifted my hand on my chin too, and furrowed my brows. "Well," I stated in my most formal voice "I was wondering about looking through a few of the nightclubs here, and I was wondering if you'd accompany me?" I instantly saw denial in Kaia's eyes, and I was prepared for it. She was somewhat of an outgoing girl, but she did have a lot of anxiety in that tiny body of hers, I expected her to turn me down. "I mean.. I don't really do clubs.." Kaia began, and before I could say anything she jumped in. "But I am in a completely different city, far from my home with nobody to recognise me here... So maybe it'd be a great place to begin forming a new me? You know what.. I'll give it a shot, if you promise that if it get's too much we will leave. Or at least you'll call me a cab home?" I was incredibly surprised by her answer. "Hell yeah Kaia! Reforming yourself? Fresh start? That's what I'm all about! I pinky promise, if anything goes south we will leave asap. Deal?" I raised my pinky to her. "Deal." She wrapped hers around mine and we locked it.

We decided to chat after classes and discuss where and how we'd meet. Getting ready in her room was a bit difficult, as her roommate was getting ready for some project and asked minimal disturbance. I told Kaia that I'd discuss the possibility of preparations with Jimin and let her know of the outcome.

The classes were fairly difficult, but since I was highly interested in the human mind, it didn't seem like a drag. I had three classes today and as soon as I stepped into "Anatomy of the Mind" I felt someone staring at me. I scanned the students and saw Jimin sitting in the middle, empty seat next to him. A hoard of girls were whispering around him, pointing fingers, but none dared to sit next to him. Looking at him from afar now, I could see that he did look a bit intimidating, distant even. I caught his eyes and he smiled apologetically, that's a good sign, he's back to being a normal human being. He turned his head, motioning me to sit next to him. Since I only developed a friendship with Kaia and she was not in this class I decided to choose sitting with him instead of a random stranger. When I walked up the stairs and turned to his direction I felt the piercing stares of other girls. This has become a quite usual incident for me, every time girls would see me with him, I'd get threatening stares. If only they knew how devious this mans personality was, maybe they'd reconsider their crush.

"Hey." I said sitting down.

"Hi." He answered and made some space on the table, moving his books out of the way. He played with his pen for a couple of minutes before turning to me. I looked up and saw about ten eyes staring at me from over his head. "Listen Kieran, I'm sorry about what happened yesterday. I was absolutely hammered." Oh, so he does remember. I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. "I found the pills and water this morning, thank you. Can I take it as a sign that we're still good?" I was mildly surprised to say the least. His whole personality changed 180 degrees, he seemed really concerned, worried even. I cleared my throat and began speaking slowly. "I'm not angry, don't take it like that. But I thought you didn't like tomboys, and your hands would not be a problem?" I grinned at him. The events of yesterday still felt highly embarrassing, but it was nice to know that after turning me down so quickly at first, he still had some sort of infatuation with me. He lowered his head in defeat and looked me through his eyelashes. Damn. Jimin sighed and spread his arms slightly, indicating his defeat. As I was about to speak again the lecturer walked into the class. "Are you going home after this class?" I whispered. Jimin nodded. "Ok, let's go together, there is something you can do for me to make up for this." He looked at me curiously, but I turned my full attention to the lecturer. We spent the whole class silently taking notes, still I couldn't help but notice his attention shifting to me once in a while. His fangirls noticed it too. Damn, maybe I shouldn't have said no to my security guards after all.