His soft spot | pjm

chapter | 16

Y/N's POV

My eyes flutter open, and I slowly look around. I notice someone's hand holding mine, and my eyes get wider. But it goes away quickly and the panic is replaced by butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

I look up to Jimin, who is still sound asleep. The way his lips are curled into a pout and his cheeks looking puffed out makes me want to bite them.

I don't even wonder if anything happened because I know he wouldn't do anything if I wasn't sober.

I cuddle up to him more while I still can, but sadly he steers in his sleep.

"Hey, you awake?" He asks in his raspy morning voice, and I almost fold in half.

I give him a small nod, and he runs his fingers up and down my back. The feeling sends me into a state of bliss.

"I don't remember much from last night," I say with a frown.

"What's wrong?" When he asks, I look up at him.

"I just don't understand how I let my drinking get that bad. I hate everything about alcohol, from the way it tastes to how it makes me feel, and I hate myself for losing control." At this point, my hands are shaking and tears are about to come out of my eyes.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," he says as he pulls me close to him and gives me a tight hug. It quickly calms me down, and tears start to flow.

"Look, it's normal to lose control sometimes. Also, you were on medications that we forgot to take into account, which really made your case worse. You didn't drink that much, I promise." He says in a soft voice

"How could you know?"

"I always keep an eye on you," he says, staring at me with such intent that I almost explode inside.

"Anyway, are you hungry?"I try to sit up, but a terrible pain shoots through my whole head, and I fall back on Jimin's chest.

I moan, "Fuuuuuck, that hurts like a b*tch," and Jimin laughs.

"Asshole," I grumble.

He helps me up slowly, and as we go downstairs, we meet my dad who gives us a not-so-happy look.

"Dad-

"Save it," he says, giving us each a plate of scrambled eggs.

"See you tonight, bye," says my dad as he walks out the front door, probably to go to work.

"Did we actually screw up?" I ask, dreading the idea of making my dad mad. Jimin gives a head shake.

"Don't worry, he's just mad. He won't be for long I assure you," he says, and I nod, hoping he's right.

"So did you like last night?" I ask and he nods.

"Yeah, it was actually pretty fun," he says, making me smile.

After we're done with breakfast, he takes us to school.

"I have to go see my mom, so I'll see you later, okay?"After he parks in front of the school, Jimin looks at me.

"Oh, okay. Is she okay?"I ask, and all he does is nod.

"Okay, then. I'll see you later." I give him an encouraging smile before unbuckling my seatbelt and getting out of his car.

When I walk into school, I see Hobi walking toward me.

"Hey! How do you feel?" His arms go around my shoulders.

"Like complete ass.." He laughs when I sigh.

"Yeah, you were pretty drunk, so where's the boyfriend?" He asks, moving his eyebrows up and down, and I roll my eyes.