existence | jirose

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Rosé's POV

I hissed, holding my head as I woke up. My head was spinning and banging as if a tornado happened, shaking every bits of my braincells in my head. Ugh, my head, I groaned. I slipped off the soft bed and once my feet touched the cold ground, I stumbled, loosing my balance as I held onto the wall for support.

"Ah fuck this hangover," I murmured under my breath. Holding my head, I let out a sigh before looking up and squinting when the sunshine hit my face. I looked around, left and right before realization hit me.

This is not my house!

The first thing I did was to look down and check if I had my clothes on and a sigh of relief left my lips when I knew nothing bad happened to me. The next I knew, I was looking around the boy-looking bedroom I was currently in for a bat or anything that will protect me from the pervert.

Aha! I grinned a victory smile and grabbed the umbrella that sat at the corner of the room. This will do. 

Just as I said that, the aroma of a delicious chicken noodle soup hit my face, making me whip my head towards the slightly opened door. FOOD AND PERVERT, HERE I COME! I exclaimed, busting out of the room and carrying the umbrella along with me.

I walked into the kitchen to be met with the guy's back facing me, So that is the pervert hmm? He really be having a pretty back. I thought and my grip on my umbrella tightened as I continued watching him.

"Anne?"

I didn't realize that the so called pervert turned, turning out to be the ahjusshi--- Jimin to be exact.

Before I even knew it again, Jimin was now groaning, holding at the place where the sun will never shine. 

"Why the fuck did you hit me in the balls with that damn umbrella, Anne-?"

My eyes widened as I gasped softly. "Oh shit! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I wasn't even in my right mind." I apologize, hugging the umbrella close to me.

"It's fine, just please put that umbrella away before you do something else that endangers my life." He said and I obeyed and placed the umbrella away.

Still groaning a little, Jimin settled on the dining table and gestured me to take a seat. "Here, eat this and take the hangover pills after showering. I'll put some clothes in the room." Jimin stated, pushing the bowl of chicken noodle soup.

I nodded and looked at him who was looking back at me. Hesitantly, I asked, "Was I um, any trouble yesterday night?"

I had no memories of anything that happened the previous night and I was afraid I might have blurted out my personal problems to him.

I watched him putting on a thinking face before humming, "Hmm, you may or may have not yelled in the middle of the streets this specific sentence; 'Wet ass pussy' and point at some random strangers while shouting the same lyrics."

I choked on my soup and slammed my head on the table, closing my eyes in embarrassment. Wow, just wow.

"Please forget I even said that and did I say anything else? Something weird?" I asked, curious. Jimin shook his head, "Nothing." I let out a sigh of relief and smiled. "Thank god. I thought I said weird things." Jimin chuckled.

Jimin's POV

I can still remember her words so clearly as if she just said it a second ago.

❝ Help me, will you? Help me get out of the mayhem I'm in. I can't take it anymore.❞ 

I'm getting so curious. What's wrong, Anne?

hey yall-



and now bye :D