boys texting each other | jikook

15: drunkly confused

Minnie POV

• Jimin cuddled with me as watched the television in silence. A cute kids show played.

"Minnie," he breathed.

My heart jumped. "Yes?"

"Do you love me?"

My mouth went dry, and I paled. Why was he asking? He already knew...

"Um.."

He looked up at me, and smirked, eyes shining. Of course, he looked awfully sexy. "I'm kidding. Do you have drinks?"

"Huh? You d-don't drink..."

"Now I do." Jimin's expression darkened. "You know what happened today."

And I did. The thing with Jungkook. A sharp pain entered my stomach. I tried to ignore it, but that same feeling tugged at my insides. He loved Jungkook. Not me, not a girl.

But I wasn't going to give Jimin shit for it. He doesn't deserve that. He wants support. He wants alcohol.

"Fine," I said, and stood up. The kitchen tiles were cold under my feet, and I grabbed two glasses that became full with wine. I hated seeing him like this, and being drunk would only make it worse, but for some reason, I didn't stop. No, it actually wasn't just for some reason. Ladies need their alcohol too.

"Here," I handed him the drink, and started to gulp mine. He followed.

His innocence was leaving.

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"Miiinnniiiiee." His voice echoed. It was slurred.

"What??" I spat, literally spat. I was a little tipsy, too. "Only half glaassss?"

He nodded loosely. "My head hurtshsjksmsiwksmdsj."

"Shuuushshhsh."

"Whyyyyy?"

"Jiminiiiieeee." My own voice was unfamiliar. "I want to fuck youuuuu."

"Haha, me too."

"What?"

"I wanna fuck me tooooo."

"oooOOOoOooOoo." I threw my hands up. "dont make me wet, daddy."

"fUCK."

"whAT?"

"LETS FUCK."

"huh?" Even drunk, I knew something was off.

Jimin came closer to me, until I felt his breath on my cheek. My heart began to pound. Then, oddly enough, he chuckled. "I'm only kidding, Minniiiieeee... Goo... Goodni—"

Without a warning, he collapsed onto my lap, asleep. •

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I awoke in the same position as last night, but Jimin was nowhere to be seen.

Frantically, I spun my head, searching for any trace of him.

Where is he? I thought. I was worried.

Then, my muscles relaxed as I heard him in the bathroom, brushing his teeth. Deciding to go in, I got up and knocked on the door gently, only to hear him swear.

"Jimin?" I asked. "The fuck..."

"Sorry!" A muffled voice sounded. "My head feels like shit... Come in."

I opened the door, eyes widening at his half-naked body that was wrapped in a towel. He had toned abs.

"I threw up," he bluntly stated. "And then showered. My breath is gross..."

"Aww, baby, I'm sorry," I teased, but he scowled. "Um.. Do you need an icepack?"

"Nah, just my phone..."

I didn't even bother to ask, and, being the obedient child I am, I grabbed it and gave it to him. "Here, kid. Oh, um, do you remember last night?"

"Nope," he said, and scrolled through his apps. "Thanks for giving me this by the way. Why you asking?"

"Uh.." I stammered. "No reason. Just curious."

"How come you don't have a hangover?" He groaned. "I am never drinking again."

I laughed nervously. "Guess I wasn't drunk enough to..."

A questionable look struck his face.

"Nevermind." And then I left.

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• 🐀 wHoOp! minnie's pov! be proud lmao