JJ x YN: Once Upon a Drunken Night

Chapter 2: The Interrogation

I wake up in a familiar, yet strange place. My head hurts like hell, but I forget about that as soon as I feel arms around me. My eyes jolt up and I look around. What the f***? This is JJ's room. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. Please tell me I didn't sleep with JJ freaking Maybank. Please tell me I didn't just get drunk and hook up with my brother's best friend. Out of everyone in the world, please. I look around and see my clothes scattered across the floor and turn slowly around. What the actual f***? How did this happen? I hate this guy. Nonononononono, please tell me this is a prank. "F***," I mutter.

"Hm?" he says. Sh**, did I wake him up. I try to slowly get up, but his eyes open and after a minute, he realizes what happened. "Sh**," is all he could muster.

"Yeah," I now realize I'm standing up and his eyes are scaling over my body. "F***, f***, f***," is all I say as my face turns red and I put my top and bottoms on, not realizing my bathing suit is on the bed. I run out in fear of it getting more awkward, but he's just chuckling a little.

Once I'm in my room, I take a shower to cleanse myself and prepare myself for when I see him next. I walk out and put on some clothes for the day. God, my legs are so sore. I'm trying so hard not to make it obvious as I walk out of the room. There are so many factors, my legs my give me away, the way I act around JJ might give me away, the hickey hidden right below my collar bone might give me away if any of my clothes shift. JJ isn't there yet, so I walk over to get my morning coffee and step outside. Great, he's here, along with everyone else. He better not make it obvious, we need someone to be a good liar.

"So what I'm thinking is we go boating today," John B says. He looks down at my legs and gives me a funky look because of how I'm walking.

"Oh, I- uh, tripped," I say, but accidentally look over at JJ who looks like he's trying not to laugh.

"Is that right?" John B says, "because you weren't in your room this morning either."

"Jeez, you're not my dad, hop off." I say while I hear the others laugh.

"Whatever, are you ready to go boating soon?"

"I should be, I just need to grab my bathing suit, be right back." I walk to my room and look for my favorite bikini, the white one with a little floral pattern. I can't find it. I walk outside to everyone and ask, "Has anyone seen my white bikini with the floral pattern?"

"It's on my bed," JJ says. Everyone's silent for a minute before he realizes what he said, but before he can say anything, my brother starts.

"I'm sorry, but what the f*** JJ?" I walk away to grab my bikini and change, leaving JJ to fend for himself.

"We- we were just um.. surfing together," he said.

"Surfing, is that right? Then how'd her bathing suit end up on your bed?"

"Because um- I uh told her I'd wash it for her. I laid it to dry on my bed this morning."

"Why were you surfing with her in the first place? Don't you hate her?"

"Damn, what's with the interrogation?" As he says that, I walk back in and feel all eyes on me, one pair of eyes more on my body more than anything else.

I clear my throat, "So, uh, everyone ready?"

"So Y/N, why was your bikini in JJ's room?"

"Because-," JJ starts.

"No, I wanna hear it from Y/N."

Little did he know, I heard the whole conversation from the other room, "Oh uh we went surfing and he was washing my bikini."

"Hmph, okay, y'all better not be lying." As soon as he turned away, JJ winked at me which sent butterflies to my stomach. God, how does he do this to me? I hated him a day ago, what changed?