Party Beast ⎮PJM (18+)

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The sun was shining through the curtains when you opened your eyes the next morning. An unfamiliar room lay at your feet as you slowly sit up in the four-poster bed with an unbearable headache. It was nice and dark in the room even though the sun was shining in. The dark curtains intercepted them and shielded your extremely sensitive eyes from the light.

"Fuuuuck-" was the first thing on your mind as pain shot through your head like someone had fired a bullet right next to you. It was all so loud and everything seemed to glow tenfold. Extremely uncomfortable.

After a quick look around the room, your eyes fell on the clothes you were wearing last night. In a panic you lifted the blanket and on the one hand were relieved that you had a shirt on but on the other hand the question was: how did it get there??

You try to remember something from that evening but there was nothing. Nothing at all. The last thing you knew was that at one point Lisa wrote that she had taken off with one of the guests. 

"Ok.. slowly and gently." With renewed strength, you slowly stood up and stretched. At least you weren't nauseous and you can deal with the headache.

The room was really nicely furnished. Everything kept in a dark wood. The bed was in the middle of the room and around you were a table, a shelf stuffed with books, a table and a chair next to it. A nightstand and clock. Plants hung from the ceiling giving the room a natural feel and a soft natural scent. Maybe it was the incense sticks on the window sill. Speaking of windows..

"Where am I anyway?", with slow steps and holding your head you went to the window and look out. You recognized the garden of the house you were dragged into yesterday. Your Crushes Park Jimin's house. Great. Why did he keep you here? And why in this chic room? He could have just put you on the couch or something. You certainly weren't the only one who stayed here. The pool was empty and there were no more guests to be seen. Even in the corridors everything seemed to be quiet.

"Please don't tell me that I'm here alone with Jimin.." you breathed softly and ran your fingers through your hair several times. Your pulse calmed down a bit and several deep inhalations gave your heart the rest of the peace. You should find him and thank him on your knees..

Yep. On knees. Think what you want, I would do anything for this man.

But that was already done because the man himself suddenly stood in the door and held two cups in his hands.

"Get out! I could have been naked!" you immediately turn into one of the curtains to hide your body. But the older man didn't seem to care at all.

"A good morning to you too. I made coffee ... here." He put a cup on the bedside table and sat on the bed. Why didn't he go out?

"Is that some kind of penalty for a lost bet or something?" you ask suspiciously, slowly walking back closer to the bed. Jimin gave a short laugh and took a sip from his own cup.

"You're really ungrateful.. and cheeky. I let you sleep in my own room." He looked at you with a look that made you regret every word you said.

In his own room? Did it mean he slept next to you?! He was lying next to you and you didn't notice?! Oh god, what if you snored? Or even worse: talk?!

"I cleaned upstairs and fell asleep in the living room. So do not worry. I'm a gentleman."

He answered all your questions at once and you were a bit disappointed that you weren't lying next to him. Then again.. he was a gentleman indeed..

"You.. you surprise me, Park Jimin," you murmur, picking up the cup. "I thought you were a fuckboy and stuff - no offense!"

"Well.. you've been telling me a lot about myself last night and it didn't sound very nice how I've treated you so far."

"That's right - wait! What?!", you looked at him in panic but Jimin just laughed. He laughed so heartily and honestly. Your reaction seemed to be the funniest thing in the world at the moment.. but when he recovered himself, he got up and came to your side.

You immediately try to back away, but the bed won't allow it. He was right in front of you now. His waistline of gray sweatpants was almost at your face level.. 

No, Y/N! Don't even think about it!

He knelt in front of you and sat in a casual crouch between your legs. Your eyes met and your hands clenched around the cup.

Grab him! Kiss him!

"What is it?", you're trying to sound cool but your broken voice fails miserably.

"You were very drunk last night so i don't blame you for gossiping about me with me but a spoiled Richboy who only does what he wants and doesn't give a shit about everyone's feelings?" 

He smirked and you blushed more than a little. Your face literally burst into flames as he pierced you with his brown eyes.

"Shit- I'm so sorry I-"

"No, no. It's a well-known fact that when you're drunk you only tell the truth, so I'll accept it and try to improve it." He got up again but you didn't want it.

Immediately your cup found a place on the bedside table and you grabbed his hand.

"Jimin! I'm really sorry.." you say, almost sounding desperate. Damn..

"Y/N.. I'm not mad at you. Truth is good at this age. We're told a lie and everyone says it's getting better. We're turning a blind eye to the truth and last night was...refreshing."

"Jimin..." you started but got stuck because suddenly he was standing right in front of you, one hand gripping his waist to hold you tight. His lips lightly brush your ear and you hear his light husky voice softly whispered in your ear.

"If you're feeling so bad, Y/N...we have to clean up a bit. Help me with that." Goosebumps ran down your body and his breath on your ear driving you insane.

It made you almost addicted and dizzy. Your hands found space on his chest in time and it felt so muscular under the white shirt.. "Now be a good girl and finish your coffee. Then come down to me later, I'll make breakfast in the meantime."

Yes Sir~ Fuck~

"Y-Yes.. I-I'll be right a-after you.." you stammered completely idiotically to yourself as he looked at you and melted your legs. His hand left you and he walked slowly and gracefully to the door, taking his cup with him on the way and already disappeared from the room. With weak knees you try to empty your cup and then get back to him as quickly as possible.