You wake up the next morning, legs tangled with Jimin's in his bed, the headache hitting you as soon as you lift your head from the pillow.
"Fuck that hurts." You press on your forehead in hopes that it will relive the pain. Jimin grips the back of your head and pulls you back into his chest.
"Shhh. Just sleep it off. We have nowhere to be." His voice is low and tired—he's still half asleep.
You inhale his scent, finding yourself oddly comforted as memories of last night begin to flood back.
Jimin wanted to kiss you. Badly. But he didn't. He couldn't. Not when you were so drunk. You don't know whether you're relieved or disappointed.
Still, you knew how he felt now. He can't make excuses. Sure, you were drunk and emotional, but your memory still works.
But pushing your thoughts aside, you relax in his embrace, thankful to have someone beside you after such a rough night—even if it's Jimin.
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"Y/n come on! Up!" Jimin coaxes you out of bed from the bathroom, where he brushes his teeth.
It's well past noon now. You trudge into the bathroom, still grumpy from being woken up. You stop in front of him to give your best i-hate-you-for-waking-me-up glare. He pauses.
"What?"
You hold out your hand asking for his toothbrush. You'd rather borrow his than deal with morning breath.
He scoffs, but hands it over.
"I'm hanging out with the boys today and afterwards I'm taking you on a date." He states, leaning against the counter, and you nearly choke on toothpaste.
"A daye?" You ask with your eyes wide and mouth full making Jimin laugh.
"Yeah I mean I figured we have so much to prove. Last night was just rushed. If we want them to buy it, we have to really act like a couple...actually if you have no other plans today, why don't you come with me? Meet my friends?"
"Yeah I'll pass." You spit into the sink and hand him back his toothbrush.
"Oh come on it'll be like a dress rehearsal. We can try convincing them too." He does his best to persuade you as he pulls his shirt over his head. Your eyes widen and you quickly glance away, flustered.
"Cute." He mumbles under his breath before finding a tee to change into. "Here." He tosses you his hoodie and a pair of grey sweats.
"These are too big. I'll look like a hobo." You protest, but he ushers you into his closet to change.
"Mhm the cutest hobo in town! Now get changed before I decide to do it for you." He winks before shutting the door.
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Ahhh Jimin you cheeky 🐒
Gosh this one is short I'm SORRY 😩😩
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