How did I end up in your bed?

Chapter 2

It's been a week now, a week in which I didn't say anything about what I remembered and my mind has been trying to kill me; fun enough, he still acts like nothing ever happened.

I can't take it anymore, I can't go on this way: I stopped drinking and I barely eat, and this is just his fault.

Lying on the bed, I roll towards him: he's sleeping. The dimmer light coming through the window, lights up his shape, and I lose myself looking as his chest rises and falls along with every breath he unconsciously takes.

Kicking myself mentally, I think about what I might have done to him.

We have to talk. I need some explanations.

It's three in the morning but it doesn't matter, I've been waiting too long and he didn't do anything.

I try to wake him up shaking his body slightly, but in response I get only a little huff.

Annoyed I give up my good manners and start shaking him roughly.

«Jimin! Jiminie wake up!» I call him loud enough to wake him up, but without waking up everyone else in the dorm.

«What?! What's wrong hyung?» he sits up suddenly, scared as hell that something might be off.

«We have to talk.» I state.

«What the hell, Yoongi? It's – he turns around to check the clock behind his back, trying to focus on the red numbers with drowsy eyes – It's three a.m.!? What's wrong with you? I hope you to have a good reason to wake me up at three in the fucking morning.» he hisses: his voice is still sleepy, but I can clearly hear an anger note due to my actions.

I stutter, suddenly speechless.

Annoyed because of my silence, he takes my wrist, just as if now he is the one trying to wake me up.

«Then?! Do we have to wait longer?»

«J-Jimin I have to know, I can't do this anymore!».

He rubs his eyes and looks at me with a scared and yet curious expression.

I take a sit on the bed, trying to hold back the panic as best as I can.

«W-What do you mean? What's that you need to know?»

How is it possible that he doesn't understand?

With all of my courage, I say it all in one breath: «W-what happened last week? – he's about to say something, but I go on, ignoring his attempts to make me shut up – I remember I came back home and I was drunk, a-and I remember I remember kissing you!» I conclude in a whisper.

I lower my head, sure that if there was more light in the room he could definitely laugh at my now breath red cheeks.

«Yes, you did» he says.

I clench my fists, cursing myself: I put so much effort in hiding my feelings towards him and it just takes me a tough night to give away everything I feel.

I was right then. What I remember is right.

«In the morning I wasn't wearing anything – I murmur, my eyes still looking down at the mattress – this thought is killing me, Chim Chim. Did I Did I do something to you? Or you We did we do anything?».

I hear him laugh and eventually rise my head looking at him bewildered.

«Why are you laughing?!» I choke out.

He dries a tear caused by laughter.

«Oh, silly Yoongi. Is this the problem? That's what you've been thinking about since that night? – he chuckles – You came home drunk and jumped on me.– explains, his tone getting serious – We kissed. For a while, actually – he blushes – But while while we were kissing you nearly threw up, so I helped you get undressed and pushed you in the shower to wash away the stink of alcohol. As I turned off the water, you could barely walk, so when you managed to put on those boxers, I just decided to send you to bed without anything else.»

I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding back: God, I've been so stupid!

I burst into laughter, and he follows me.

«So I didn't do anything» I ask as a confirm, feeling the panic fade away.

«Well, you did do something, actually – he murmurs in a malicious tone, getting dangerously close to me – you interrupted my kiss.».

I feel his breath on my lips, and unconsciously, I shiver.