jimin's head banged the table audibly as the girls continue to talk, their voices continue to linger and taunt his ears, uncaring- rather, deaf on the noise he just produced. he was drunk, depressed, and horny. though he wouldn't be drunk by just two shots, but it's been awhile. everything he've usually done become only a reminiscence.
fucking random dudes. continue to live in a facade (though this isn't much a difference, but he's quite different with namjoon) and get money and free earsets.
damn. he really wanted an earset.
"jimin oppa... are you okay?" he hears one of the girls mumbling, and he chuckles, voice lingering in alcohol, "of course not." his tone shows off a foreign feel that the girls never ever happen to listen and could comprehend, but they shrugged it off, meanwhile jimin cursing to himself because he literally just broke his facade.
"do you want us to call your room mate?"
he shakes his head, "i don't have one."
"well... i don't know anybody else, you're not really close with any guys," jimin chuckles, the irony. "shall i call namjoon sunbae? i mean, i see you sometimes with-"
"yes," jimin interrupted, head shook up front to view the girls bewildered face blending in with shock, the table vibrated with a tumult. "yes, please call him, i need him." the girls nodded, taking out their phone as she kept watching him with astonishment as if she's ready for another jolt.
as they began to call, jimin felt a little hazy, their words felt like slurs and jimin couldn't wag his (unexistent) tail in excitement for what may happen before dozing off to sleep.
not tryna sound petty but i like it when you guys comment ;) short chapter bc next chapter is smut i'm just too emo bc i miss jackson to write smut rn
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