How did I end up in your bed?

Chapter 1

I wake up suddenly: a noise comes from the kitchen and it sounds just like the crash of a thousand plates, followed by a string of curses.

Ah, same old Nam I think as I realize what might have happened.

I raise my head up slowly: everything is spinning and seems it's not going to stop.

Aish, I have to stop drinking I murmur to myself, even if I know it won't be easy. I've been trying for a long time, but I am simply unable to resist the call of that heavenly liquid that makes you forget everything for a while, filling up your stomach with that familiar heat, the same you feel as you let it slip down your throat.

I get up, realizing just now that that was not my bed I'm not wearing anything except for my blue boxers.

I bite back a course, then grab the first pair of trousers that I find in the wardrobe and put them on; I sit back where I was before, but now the panic begins to rush through my veins.

My memories about last night are utterly confused.

Me in a bar, as I stumble and fall many times on my way home; me coming back home and walking directly into Jimin and kis- shit Jiminnie what did I do?

And as if he could sense my thoughts, he enters the room quietly, just as if nothing happened, and shows off one of his smiles that could probably melt every ice-cold heart.

Still quietly, he cheers me with a Good morning Hyung!, before taking something from the wardrobe and returning quickly from where he has come, leaving me perplexed.

I have to talk to him.

I want to get up, but the simple thought of having this conversation makes me anxious.

It would just be too uncomfortable: Hey Jiminnie, remember last night when I kissed you? And since we are talking, how did I end up in your bed? Ah, also, could you please tell me if we -just in case- had sex?.

No, definitely a bad idea.

I decide to wait: if he says something, I'll talk too, otherwise I'll just forget about this, because I don't want to ruin our friendship for something I'm not sure about.

I shut up all of this thoughts and head to the kitchen: my stomach is rumbling.

Jimin is in the living room, sitting comfortably on the couch as he watches a match of something I don't really care about with Tae and Kookie.

Suddenly, even just being in the same room has become embarrassing: I can't stop thinking about it and I would never forgive me if I'd touched him.

He and his soft skin, those hot and irresistible lips

Without even noticing, I find myself sat down at the bottom of the sofa pretending to be interested in the match – which, by the way is so boring I don't even know how they can be so interested in it.

Watching archery competitions is not something I am really keen on, so I get bored pretty soon and decide to head to the kitchen to give in to my hunger's desires.

I take the first edible stuff that I can find and I eat it, filling up my stomach with these unhealthy but so good at the same time snacks.

I jump, as I feel someone touch my shoulder: I turn around just to find Jimin's faded red head standing too close to me.

He looks at me: «Those are mine. Put them away.» says with a grin on his face, and with his finger he pokes the snack's packaging I'm still holding.

I sigh, pulling away the rest of my breakfast. He releases the grip, making it fade into a friendly pat, then leaves his hand fall from my shoulder without noticing the fact that even just his touch has made me shiver.

He takes his snacks and skips back to the living room.

That guy. He'll kill me I murmur to myself.

I don't understand why he acts like that: looks like he wants to keep an eye on me, but he's still not talking to me; the options are that he is either more embarrassed than me, or I made something that made him angry. Anyway he'd never been this way before.

The day passes quickly, between him ignoring me and me trying to give a logical order tho my memories of last night: unluckily, everything's useless, and now I have to wait for him to fall asleep before going to the bedroom.