Jimins pov:
I wake up. But I just stay in the same position. I refuse to open my eyes because of how badly my head hurts. I think I went a little overboard. I think if I stuck to that rule I had it would be feeling better.
I shuffle a little to get more comfortable. I open my hand and stretch my finger tips. I place them down flat. Just then I realised that I felt hot. The place were my hand was laying was also warm.
My head began to go up and down. I open my eyes to see the surroundings. I can't seem to recognise any of these things. What the hell? Where am I? I positioned to lay in a more comfortable position. I lay my head back down onto the pillow.
It was hard. It wasn't a pillow. I quickly sit up straight to see Yoongi shirtless. What am I doing here? I look down to see if I have clothes on, 'Why am I wear shorts? I swear I had a skirt on'
I just then realised that my hand was still on his rock hard chest. I was pressing on it quite harshly. I began to breathe more heavily.
Yoongi, the man who's bed I am in started to awaken. 'Oh my gosh, what do I do?' I start to panic, not much but just a bit. He opens his eyes and starts to rub them. When he finishes, he starts to speak, "Good morning, Jimin".
All I could do was stare at him. I start to remember everything from last night. The meeting with Yoongi, the rage, the rule breaking and the dancing with a stranger who happened to be Yoongi.
How could I be so stupid?
"How did I get here?" Is all I could say. While speaking I start to get out of bed, looking for my stuff. "W-where are you going?" He spoke in a confused tone, he prompted himself up on his elbows and watch as I paced around the room.
"My skirt. Where is it?" I cried out loud has I started to lift up random things that didn't belong to me. Instead of replying to he got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom. Only to go back out within 10 seconds.
He had my skirt on the tip of his index finger, twirling it around with a smirk on his face. I flushed with embarrassment. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
I fell down on my knees. "This can't be happening. Everyone was meant to be drunk. Nobody should be seeing me with a skirt. Oh my gosh. If my parents find out. No. They can't." I started rambling, muttering under my breath.
I started to rock back and forth. Maybe this is a dream. I then felt a pair of arms wrapped around my waist. Whispering small 'It's okays' etc. I felt safe in his arms. I hugged him back and buried my face in his neck breathing in his scent.
It must have calmed me down because next thing I know I'm in the same bed I woke up in. The sunlight bursting in through the curtains. I groaned stretching my arms back.
"I see you awoke from your slumber, huh?"
A voice spoke making my head snap towards the direction the voice came. It was Yoongi. He was walking in holding a bowl in his hands. "I made some soup for you" He stated as he placed it down onto the night stand next to me.
"I don't cook so, don't judge my cooking" He continues as he sits on the edge of the bed next to me. I just couldn't help but stare at him and smile. This is sweet. He is sweet. I giggle a little while trying to sit up. "Thank you, you didn't have to" I spoke quietly.
"Of course I did. I kind of figured you'd get scared to wake up in my bed. B-but I swear, I didn't touch you" Yoongi said, raising his hands up in surrender.
"B-but how did I end up here?" I asked, taking the bowl of soup and giving it a taste. It was actually pretty good.
"Oh. Um, well after you passed out while dancing, I didn't want to leave you alone because god knows what someone would do to you. I didn't know your address or anything so I just took you to my house. After we got here you started to slowly wake up, but you were still very drunk. I was going to ask you where you live but you ran towards the window and puked. After you finished that, I took you to the bathroom to get you cleaned up. And by that I mean wash your mouth out and change you clothes because they were dirty. I then washed them. They are in the bathroom, still a little wet though"
After Yoongi had finished his story that's when I noticed I finished the soup.
"Thank you"
Is all I could say. "For what?" He questioned back. "For not judging me and for not leaving me behind in the club. Oh and for this tasty soup" I answer putting the bowl back down.
"Well I got to say, you look so god damn fine in that skirt."
"YOONGI!" I screamed.
"W-what? Just saying the truth" He say shrugging my shoulders. I smacked his chest. And then jump and give him a hug.
Another part or no?
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Sorry for not updating. I might add another part if you guys want.
