Her Name | pjm

September .C h a p t e r T h i r t e e n.

For the second day in a row I woke up with a raging headache. My mouth was dry, I felt that there was still a lot of make up smeared around my face, my hair was a complete mess. The smell of alcohol was lingering in the air and my body ached all over. I tried to turn around, to see if Jimin was home when I felt that there was something heavy on my body. I turned my head to the wall and saw Jimin sleeping soundly, his hand wrapped around my waist, face snuggled in the crook of my neck. I felt a wave of heat flush all over my body and realised I need to get out of this situation and recollect my memories of yesterday.

Silently, with as little movement as possible I snuck out of the bed and was happily surprised to find myself in the same dress I was wearing yesterday. That's good, at least nothing happened while I was blacked out. I snuck into the bathroom and undressed myself. Whoever was the creature in the mirror - it sure didn't look anything like the girl yesterday. My whole face was puffy, lips red and swollen, mascara was smeared all over my cheeks. Jesus, Kieran, what the hell happened yesterday.

I jumped into the shower, and allowed a refreshing wave of warm water clean both my body and soul. While harshly washing my face, I kept trying to remember what happened last night. I remember Jimin coming back from taking the call, all of us ordered another round of double shots and that was it, complete blackness after.

After a much needed shower, I combed my hair and changed my clothes. I went to the kitchen, stopping for a second to look at Jimin, and got seriously pissed. Even sleeping this man looks incredibly good. I found this as a sign of disrespect from his side and decided not to bring him a glass of water this time. Snuggling on the couch I slurped on my coffee and texted Kaia. Apparently, she held her alcohol better and remembered most of the night. We agreed to meet up in a couple of hours to go to a cafe and spill our tea.

As I was cleaning my mug and slowly getting ready to go, I heard Jimin waking up. A flush of embarrassment clouded over me, and I pretended to be very busy in the living room, not daring to meet his eyes. I heard him growling and cursing underneath his breath, a glass of water would have been great now, huh? He jumped into the shower quickly while I just paced around the living room, trying to figure out how to proceed with him.

I was lost too deep in my thoughts to hear the shower water stop running, so when the door from the bedroom opened, I jumped a bit. I turned around to say hello, and instantly froze. Oh my God. Jimin was standing in between the frame, only a towel loosely hanging around his waist, drops of water still running down his chest. He was drying his hair with his hands, making small water droplets scatter around the room. I swallowed, feeling my cheeks getting redder with every passing second, unable to take my eyes away from him.

"Good morning, roommate." Jimin smirked. I instantly turned away and faced the kitchen sink, pretending that I was highly interested in the structure of the tap. "Hi." I barely murmured, still not lifting my eyes from the sink. I felt him walking towards me, and for a second I forgot how to breathe. "Why did you left me alone in the bed?" He murmured, and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling himself closer to me. My knees started to give in. "Sorry," I murmured, "I wanted to get ready, and was not too sure if.. if you know." I murmured again, and Jimin hummed in confusion. I sighed and turned to him - big mistake. His face was only inches away, and he was looking at me with a honest, puzzled look. He raised his eyebrows, indicating the lack of understanding from my statement. I took a deep breath and began speaking again, slowly picking my words. "I was not too sure, if this.. this sort of relationship is what you will want once you're sober. I understand that yesterday we were both quite drunk and -" Jimin instantly stopped me and shot back "I was not drunk." He paused. "Are you regretting your decisions, or are you afraid I might be regretting mine?" He asked curiously, but I could feel a hint of fear in his voice. I recollected myself and answered him straight on. "Both actually." I felt Jimin stiffen. "How I feel about you.. It was not influenced by the alcohol, that was true. However, some of my actions were a bit... out of control. And I simply assume that yours were too?" I finished my sentence, raising my voice into a question. Jimin simply laughed and hugged me. I felt his cologne crawling up my skin, it was the most precious smell I've ever smelt.

"I don't regret anything, and everything I did was with a sober mind. I never lied to you once that evening. You are driving me crazy, but I understand that I might have pushed you into this a bit too fast. It's absolutely fine with me, if you want to take it slow. I can wait for as long as you need." He hugged me even tighter and I returned the hug with a much lighter heart. Butterflies were starting to rise again, yet this time they were not driven by physical attraction alone.

"Oh my GOD! So are you two like.. dating now?" Kaia asked me eagerly, sipping on her iced latte. As soon as I finished my conversation with Jimin I went out, as being with him in the same room while he was almost naked was clouding my decisions again. I met up with Kaia in the same cafe I went to on the very first day of university.

"I mean.. you could say so. Neither of us really specified it today in the terms of dating, or labels. But he did call himself my boyfriend yesterday, and today he assured me that he told no lies, so yes? I hope so? Oh God Kaia, do I have a boyfriend now?" We started to giggle like little girls. I wanted to tell Kaia so much about my life, but I knew I couldn't. Yet, I still found ways of telling her some things about myself, omitting the most important details. She knew that I never really had close friends, therefore, I also never had a boyfriend and she seemed to be as happy as I was about how the situation unfolded. "Anyways, can you tell me what happened yesterday? After the round of double shots I don't remember anything." Kaia simply stared in amazement and pretended to be hurt. Apparently that was when the best part of her night began. While all of us were drinking and chatting, Yoongi asked her out to the outside balcony for some fresh air. They talked a bit, and when it got chilly, Yoongi gave her his jacket. Oh smart move Kaia. After that they talked a bit more, exchanged numbers and came back. Not too long after, everyone started to scatter, leaving only us four at the table. "And that's when Jimin decided it was time to go home, he took you and Yoongi walked me home. Kieran, he held my hand the whole way home!" Kaia exclaimed, obviously still a bit unsure if anything that happened yesterday was real or a dream.

"I am so happy for you, Kaia. Although, he does look a bit scary, I can't lie." I teased her. She instantly perked up and started laughing. "Oh no, Kieran. He is the cutest, he was incredibly respectful, very friendly and charming. Of course, he'd drop an innuendo here and there, but never crossed the line. I guess he just has a very harsh exterior." We giggled again. I was happy that Kaia had a great night, but this still didn't help me figure out how the hell Jimin and I ended up in the same bed.

"Oh my.." Kaia exhaled, looking at her phone. I immediately inquired what was going on and she turned the screen to me. It was a message from Yoongi. "Good morning" I started to mumble, mate it's 2PM, what morning. "Good morning, hope you rested well. Would you like to have lunch with me today? I could pick you up in about an hour." Kaia really had this boy wrapped around her finger. I looked at her with raised eyebrows and a smile, waiting for her response as she was just sitting there with her jaw wide open. "Well? Are you going to answer him?" I urged her, and she immediately started to text back. We finished our coffee quickly and turned back home, as Kaia needed to redo all of her make up and outfit for her date, while I kept thinking how did Jimin end up in my bed.