FATED TO YOU

Chapter 79 - Who Am I To You

Jeon Rosè put down the cell phone and looked at the screen, which had turned dark. Who was that? That person was very rude.

She frowned and didn't think much about it. She looked through the phone book but couldn't find the driver's number.

Jeon Rosè didn't know which number was the driver's number and she couldn't call anyone and ask if they were Park Jimin's driver.

She couldn't bear the headache that came at this moment.

Jeon Rosè glanced at Park Jimin.

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After 20 minutes —

Jeon Rosè got out of the car and looked at the house in the residential complex and saw that it was dark.

Jeon Jungkook wasn't home yet?

She turned around and opened the car door, carefully helping the alcohol reeking man out. Park Jimin was more tall, and it was very difficult for her to support him.

It took Jeon Rosè another 10 minutes before she managed to bring him up the stairs.

Jeon Rose took out the key Jeon Jungkook had given her and opened the door. She then immediately dragged Park Jimin inside.

She used one hand to climb the wall and find the light switch. She turned on the light and closed the door, then dragged Patk Jimin all the way to her temporary bedroom.

*Bang!*

Jeon Rosè had just taken a step into the bedroom when she suddenly heard a muffled bang and turned her head around. Park Jimin's head actually hit the door frame, and she quickly reached out to rub it.

Park Jimin had sobered up a little from the impact. He opened his eyes and slowly looked at her.

"Does it hurt?" Jeon Rosè suppressed the smile on her face and saw that there was a patch of red on his forehead as if the place he had hit was the same as the one he had hit on the car seat.

Jeon Rosè raised her hand to rub Park Jimin's forehead. She looked as if she was coaxing a child, "Be good, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, I'll help you massage it."

"You live here?" Jeon Rosè frowned and avoided her hand.

Jeon Rose's hand froze in mid-air. What an ungrateful person. She was too lazy to help him. She simply let go of his arm to allow him to stand on his own.

Park Jimin leaned against the door and staggered for a moment.

Jeon Rosè coldly snorted. "What's wrong? Do you think this house is too small? It didn't meet your standards? Then when I asked at which hotel you were staying, why did you not answer?"

Park Jimin cast a glance at her but did not enter the bedroom. With one hand on the wall, he asked, "Where is the bathroom?"

"Over there." She pointed to the bathroom opposite.

Park Jimin unsteadily walked to the bathroom and closed the door. After about two minutes, Jeon Rosè heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. Moments later, Park Jimin opened the door and walked out.

He seemed to wash his face with cold water. Under the fluorescent light, his handsome face was still a little pale. Park Jimin staggered back to Jeon Jungkook's bedroom door and placed his hand on the door frame.

"Have you decided? Are you going back to the hotel or are you going to stay here?" Jeon Rosè pursed her lips and looked into his dark, drunken eyes.

She wanted to say, 'Are you awake? Are you going to ask someone to bring you back to the hotel yourself, or should I take you back to the hotel?'. However, it was not appropriate for her to send out the order so straightforwardly, so she could only ask more discreetly.

Although she didn't say it directly, Park Jimin understood the meaning behind her gaze.

He didn't move, and after looking at Jeon Rosè for a moment, he snorted and went into her bedroom.

"Sigh, you --" Seeing Park Jimin enter her bedroom, Jeon Rosè immediately turned around. Just when she was about to ask if he was really drunk or just playing with her, her waist was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Park Jimin grabbed her waist and pulled her inside.

The light in the bedroom was not lit, and in the dim light that came from the living room, Park Jimin's eyes were as deep as a pool.

The strong smell of alcohol and the unique yet pleasant scent of his body enveloped her body. His slightly burning lips moved slightly against her, "Were you worried about me? Hmm?"

Park Jimin's kissed her on the corner of her mouth, and there was a smile in his voice. His voice touched her most sensitive nerve in an instant.

Jeon Rosè stared straight at the man in front of her. She pressed herself stiffly against the cold wall and took a long time before she could recover her wits. "It's not like I'm wrong to care about you."

"Do you really care about me?" Park Jimin narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on her. A hoarse voice came from between their lips. "Jeon Rosè, who am I to you?"

Jeon Rosè lifted her eyes and met his dark eyes.

"I ..." The word she wanted to say was swallowed again by him. Park Jimin's long arm wrapped around the back of her neck, and he restrained all her movements as she tried to struggle.

Park Jimin's lips were moist and cool. This time, he didn't act the way he did the previous two times. He raised his head and glared at her.

Jeon Rosè resisted even more, but he easily pressed down on her moving hand, turning his head to her ear and whispering, "Answer me, why do you care about me? Who am I to you?"

As Park Jimin spoke, his lips caressed Jeon Rosè's ears, causing her to tremble uncontrollably. She almost lost control of her voice. She bit down on her lower lip and tilted her head, trying to avoid his gentle yet bewitching kiss.