Winrina Drabbles

(14) What Do I Call You

Jimin shivers in her sleep, suddenly feeling chilly. She doesn't mind it at first, simply blaming it on the fact that she usually slept in just a sports bra sometimes. It wasn't until she feels a hand gliding up her side with nails lightly grazing her skin when Jimin became alarmed.

She holds back from jumping right out of bed, not wanting to wake whoever it was behind her. Jimin carefully flips the covers over to slide off the weak grip on her waist, her head spinning upon seeing a manicured hand. Goosebumps start to rise all over her body, and to Jimin's horror, she realizes that the only thing that saved her from being completely naked was her lacy pink underwear.

What the hell?

Though college was the right place for all the partying and fooling around, that was second-year student Jimin. Since her third year in university, Jimin promised herself to only focus on her studies, and she was proud to say that she was doing a great job so far. So how exactly did she end up in bed, almost naked, with some random girl?

She clears her thoughts and tries to remember the events that led her to this situation. Library, Mr. Yang's office, Commons...Park Sooyoung's party. Jimin internally curses. She's only attended a handful of her senior's parties in the past, yet every single time she does, she finds herself with somebody else in the morning. Jimin thought she could get away with it during the last one; she just wanted to unwind after that exhausting thesis paper, after all. But maybe her seven months of steering clear from all the alcohol have taken its toll on her tolerance.

Jimin mentally pats herself on the back for at least making it back to her apartment, but the fact that she was in her apartment meant that she brought that stranger with her.

Before she could continue bullying herself, her phone starts to ring, and it sends Jimin's heart into a spiral. She could hear the stranger groaning behind her, so she quickly reaches for the device on her nightstand. Upon hitting the answer button, she slips into her bathroom.

"Yo, where are you?"

It was her best friend's voice, and Jimin slightly calms down.

"At my apartment."

"Well, sorry to say that you've missed Mr. Yang's quiz today," Aeri announces nonchalantly. "But since you're his favorite student, that shouldn't matter. I'm guessing you had fun last night?"

There was a playful tone in her friend's voice, and it sounded like Aeri knew something she didn't.

"W-What are you talking about?"

Aeri scoffs. "You know damn well what I'm talking about. Must I remind you of that blonde beauty that you left with?"

"I can't believe you just let me leave with a stranger," Jimin groans, running a hand through her hair.

"Hey, you both seemed to be well-acquainted!" Aeri yells in defense, making Jimin wince away from her phone. "Plus, you needed to get loosened up! You were starting to become a grouch from the non-stop studying, and it's already a given that you're graduating with Latin honors."

"Gee, I don't know what else to say."

"A thank you or an I love you would be nice."

Jimin rolls her eyes and exchanges goodbyes with her friend. She checks the time and sees that she has thirty minutes before her next class, so she still had time for a shower. For a second, Jimin almost forgets about the stranger in her bed, and she wishes that she did once she sees her reflection in the mirror.