It was 8 PM exactly on the clock when I was making dinner for us.
Oh I'm sorry, for me.
I was honestly petrified when I noticed two arms hug me from the back.
Jimin, is that you?
I turned around and found you, looking into my eyes and smiling.
You smelled like alcohol.
"I love you, Jimin." I said, wanting to hear your response.
"I love you too, Ahra-ah." You replied and leaned in for a kiss.
I slapped you.
How did one slap cause you to instantly sober up?
