Jimin placed Minju on his bedroom floor, slamming the door closed after him. He grabbed a blanket from his bed and a spread it out on the floor. He tossed one of his pillows on the floor as well.
"That's where you'll be sleeping and I don't want to hear any complaints, got it?" He said in a rough tone. He needed to create some kind of authority and this was the only way he could think of doing that.
The short girl nodded her head slowly, fear slightly spreading across her face. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it into the wooden hamper. He then slid his black slacks off and put them in the hamper as well. Jimin swiftly moved across the room and reached his dresser, leaning down and pulling a drawer open , his big hand reaching in and grabbing a pair of sweatpants. Jimin slid them on his muscular legs and glanced at the girl that was laying on the floor in his room. He ran a hand through his hair and mumbled, "Lights out. I don't want to hear a peep from you for the rest of the night, understood?" She looked at him with eyes as wide as saucers, nodding slowly.
Jimin walked to the light switch, glancing back at her and noticing her clothing. He sighed loudly and removed his hand from the small, white light switch making his way back over to the dresser. He pulled open a drawer and grabbed a random shirt and threw it at her. "Put that on." He ordered.
Minju grabbed the shirt in her small, pale hands. "Can I change somewhere else? You know, like not in front of you?" She said in a small, weak voice. Jimin raised his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side. "No. Now hurry up, I'm tired as fuck and there's a lot to do tomorrow." He said in a stern tone. The short girl let out a soft sigh and quickly undressed, slipping the shirt on over her head. He watched as she sat down on the floor, pulling the provided blanket over her body while she began laying down, placing her dark head on against the soft pillow.
Jimin walked back over to where the light switch was located and flipped it off. He then sleepily found his bed and sunk into the soft mattress. He stared at the ceiling for a while he thought to himself. How did he get into this mess? Why did he feel obliged to bring that girl along with him? He rolled over onto his side while letting out a deep sigh. Maybe a little sleep will help.
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Jimin woke up with a throbbing headache. He placed his fingers on his temple and pressed down softly. He pushed himself off of his bed and stepped down onto the polished wood floors, nearly stepping on the sleeping girl. 'Fuck', he thought to himself. He had completely forgotten about her. He groaned and stepped over her, making his way out of his bedroom, shutting the door behind him, making sure to lock it before going to the kitchen.
When Jimin made it to the kitchen, the rest of the crew was there. He mumbled a low 'Goodmorning' under his breath while reaching for the cabinet handle. He pulled the compartment open and reached for the pain killers. He took some and washed it down with water awkwardly. He didn't know what was worse, the pain from his head or the piercing stares that he was receiving from his friends.
Jimin let out a loud sigh and spoke to them in a loud, pleading voice. "I'm sorry. What more do you guys want from me? I couldn't just leave her there, she literally saw me hanging Mr.Lee's dead body. What the hell was I supposed to do?"
Yoongi just stared at him disapprovingly. "You could've just drugged her. You didn't seem to have a problem with it when you were drugging that other poor girl." Yoongi said, annoyance dripping off his words. Hoseok silently nodded, the others mimicking him. Jimin stared at all of them sitting at the marble counter.
"So why didn't you?" Namjoon asked in both a curious and annoyed tone. Jimin stood there, in front of all 6 of his friends, absolutely speechless. "She saw my face, the drugs wouldn't just wipe her memory clean, you know." He rolled his eyes a bit and grabbed a water bottle that was on the counter. He opened it quickly and took a long gulp and swallowed the mouthful of liquid.
