INTERRUPTION {MYG}

Part 9

I dried my face off with a washcloth Taehyung gave me and stared at myself in the mirror.

Yikes...

I was bare faced and definitely looked like I had a rough night. Pursing my lips, I wondered if I made the right decision in removing my makeup. Welp. No turning back now. I shook my head and made to exit the bathroom.

I opened the door and gasped when the door hit a large object, causing it to fall to the floor with a loud thud and a grunt.

"Oh my gosh!" I cried. I ran out of the doorway and bent down to the fallen soldier.

"Oof..." Jimin moaned, rubbing his forehead.

"Jimin! I'm so sorry! Are you alright?" I frantically apologized, checking his forehead and other body parts in case I hit anywhere else.

Could my night get any worse?!

"You are one strong woman," he grunted, his face scrunching in pain. "Those two guys wouldn't have stood a chance against you..."

I cracked a relieved grin at the fact that he was still able to make jokes. "You're not wrong. But I'm not tryna use that strength on you. I'm sorry, Jimin."

"All good, Y/N," he managed to grunt out, blinking a few times.

I extended my hand out to him with a chuckle and he grabbed on, allowing me to assist him to a sitting position. I removed his other hand from his forehead and examined the damage. His poor forehead was growing red and looked super tender...

Giving him an apologetic frown, I said, "Dang, that'll hurt in the morning... maybe we should ice it?"

He nodded and I helped to ease him back into his standing position. Looking down at me, he paused and gave me a funny look.

I cocked a brow. "What's wrong?"

Bending down and leaning his face towards me, he asked, "Where did your eyebrows go?"

I rolled my eyes and slightly pushed him out of my personal bubble, covering my makeupless brows. "Shut up, you jerk. C'mon, let's get you some ice."

He threw his head back with a laugh and allowed me to lead him to the kitchen. We made our way downstairs, back to the kitchen, and I was slightly proud of myself for leading the way and not needing directions to get there.

"Okay, sit." I pointed to the kitchen island and he obediently obeyed.

"Yes, ma'am."

Grabbing a paper towel, I cupped my hands making sure the sheet was lining my palms, and pressed on the ice dispenser button on their sleek stainless steel fridge. A few ice cubes dropped onto the paper towel and I wrapped them up.

"Okay, it'll be cold..." I warned.

He gave me a flat look. "Well, duh, it's ice."

I quirked a sarcastic lip and carefully placed the makeshift ice pack on his forehead. The pack barely touched his forehead when Jimin gave a high-pitched yelp and shifted away so fast it caused me to drop all of the ice on the floor.

"Jimin!" I shouted alert and worried. "What happened? What's wrong?!"

"That was freezing!!" He cried, pointing at me as if I committed a crime.

I took a second to process what he said and then placed my hands on the kitchen island, leaning my weight onto them. Was he serious? I let out a deep breath, both relieved it wasn't because of something else, yet also slightly annoyed he was acting like a baby.

I cracked a small smile at the hilariousness of the situation and met his eyes. "Jeez, you almost gave me a heart attack. What happened to you giving me attitude about ice being cold?"