Sinners, Saints & Jeon Jungkook

Chapter 1

I glared at him, frustration evident in my eyes. "Move it, jerk," I spat, squeezing myself through the tightly packed room. The night had taken a nosedive after Hoseok managed to puke on my brand new shirt while simultaneously hitting on me.

"I should've stuck to my mom's fancy soirées... Who throws a party on a Thursday anyway?," I sighed, elbowing my way out of the sweaty, intoxicated crowd of teenagers.

Locked. Of course, the fifth bathroom was occupied at this shitty party.

"Can you please hurry? I've got an emergency," I whined, aggressively knocking on the door. I was greeted with nothing but faint moans echoing through the thick wooden barrier.

"For fuck's sake, can you two take your business to a goddamn bedroom?"

No response. Again.

"This mansion has 29 damn rooms, more than enough space to get it on wherever you please, and you two chose a guest bathroom. Real classy!" I screamed, kicking the door with all my might. Finally, it swung open.

"Calm the f—" He stopped abruptly as soon as he laid eyes on me. His annoyed frown morphed into a devious smirk.

"Chanyeol?" I whispered in disbelief.

We stood there, locked in a moment of silent shock as if lightning had struck us both. His hair was disheveled, their clothes haphazardly put back on. My eyes slowly drifted to his arm, tightly wrapped around none other than my best friend.

"Tell me this isn't true," I said, my voice void of emotion, locking eyes with her, desperately trying to hold back tears.

"I'm sorry, B," she frowned, her expression of guilt clearly feigned.

Without another glance, I stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. I roughly peeled off my drenched shirt and tossed it into the bin since I had a tank top underneath.

Tears streamed down my face as I angrily retrieved my phone from my jeans pocket. I hastily typed, "I'm on the second floor, bathroom. Come get me ASAP."

Just a few minutes later, I heard someone enter and take a seat beside me on the cold marble tiles.

"Are you okay, Blair? You look upset," the voice asked.

"I'm not," I simply stated, feeling more tears cascade down my cheeks.

"What happened?"

"Chanyeol and Tess happened."

"What do you mean?" he asked softly, gently wiping my face with his sleeve.

"Can we just get the hell out of here?"

In the front yard, I weakly inquired, "Can you even drive?" as I clutched onto his arm.

"I think so. I barely had anything to drink."

"But... Can I stay at your place?"

"I can't stand my mom's pretentious high society 'friends' who pretend to like each other. She always brags about me being the perfect daughter, and I don't think I can handle it right now."

He nodded understandingly and retrieved the car keys from his pocket.

I opened the door of his black Audi and plopped down into the passenger seat. As we drove down the street, fatigue began to wash over me. I leaned against the cold window, feeling the weight of the evening's events weighing me down.

Eventually, the car came to a stop, and I sensed him lifting me in his arms, carrying me into his loft.

"Wait! Don't leave me," I cried out as he settled me onto his bed.

"Are you sure?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.

"Please, I don't want to be alone," I pleaded.

He sighed and carefully slid under the sheets beside me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to his chest.

"Jimin?" I whispered softly.

"Hmm?" he responded, his voice filled with tenderness.

"Thank you," I murmured, feeling a mix of exhaustion and gratitude wash over me.

He pressed a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Anything for you."

With those comforting words, I finally allowed myself to succumb to sleep, finding solace in the warmth of his embrace.