What Makes A Home?

Chapter Two

When I woke up, it was to the sound of the door being flung open. Someone shouted a familiar name, and then the covers were yanked off me. I groaned, not wanting to move. My whole body ached, and the warm blanket beside me whined about a headache.

I slowly came to, cracking open my eyes and glancing around. I wasn’t at the dorm. My memory came back to me, and I sat on my elbow looking up at the person in the room. 

A soft “Jimin!” came flying out of my mouth before I realized it was even him. His face was twisted into one of anger, and so I looked down to see if I was naked or something. Nope. I was wearing a tank top and Hello Kitty pajama shorts. I briefly fixed the straps, thankful that a boob hadn’t fallen out in my sleep.

I then looked up at Jimin, and wiped drool off the side of my face, blinking rapidly to clear the sleep from my eyes. I glanced around me just as Jimin said 

“What did you two do?” Jimin snapped in question. My eyes landed on Jungkook, who was lying on his side, having stolen my pillow and tucked it in his arms. I nudged his side. He whined and curled up tighter. I remembered some snippets of the night before, and yawned. 

“He’s got a hangover, let him be,” I told Jimin groggily, taking the blanket from his fingers, and laying it over the poor guy. I then crawled to the end of the bed, stretched, and turned to Jimin. 

“Did something break?” I asked, remembering Jungkook’s brick head bashing into the toilet. Jimin seemed to steep in anger for a moment, before opening his mouth. 

“There are cameras everywhere,” Jimin snapped. I swiped my hair out of my eyes. 

“Is something bloody, broken, or bruised?” I asked. 

Jimin stared at me with narrowed eyes. “No,” He gritted out. 

“Then leave us alone, jeez,” I said, covering my mouth while I yawned. 

“Did you even think about the cameras? He could get in so much trouble? How irresponsible are you, Nyx!?” Jimin snapped. 

I stood there for a moment, face heating up. Most of the issue was in the bathroom, we messed it up, but then cleaned it up. I can see how that would look bad. 

“I-I didn’t think about that,” I said, now embarrassed for having fun at all. 

“Yeah? Well, you can’t take it back can you? I know you two are adults, but that kind of behavior could ruin our public image,” Jimin snapped. Now he lost me. 

“Jimin… we were just messing around. I don’t understand,” I said. 

He seemed to go off the deep end. “JUST MESSING AROUND!?” Jimin snapped, he then went into a slut shaming tangent. 

I blinked as he reprimanded me for something I had no clue about. 

Once he stopped to ask me if I had something to say, I simply giggled. 

Jimin did not like that one bit. He was gearing up to fight me when I put a hand on his shoulder and held back a laugh. 

“You think we fucked!? That dude is way out of my league, calm down,” I laughed. Jimin seemed to be less angry, but still upset. 

“You didn’t-” He began. 

“No,” I said with a smile. 

“I thought we broke a soap dish or something, we got water all over the bathroom,” I laughed, going to walk away. I stepped out of the room, Jimin following.