War of Hormone // Jimin x Reader Story

Chapter 8 // Lipstick Stain

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You wake up feeling Taehyung's warm breath on your face. How can someone still smell so good the entire night even after "working out" for a little bit? You check and make sure that he is still asleep, scouring his face, looking for any signs of life. To your relief, he is still fast asleep with his arms still snugly around your torso.

Carefully, you take both of his arms from your waist and slide out of the bed, avoiding making any noises. You hold your breath as you slip out from underneath the covers and you feel the cold morning air against your skin (since you were still just wearing underwear and a bra). Once you escape the sheets, you let out a sigh of relief and relax a little. You look around the room and eventually find your old clothes folded on the nightstand, along with your lipstick that was in your pocket.

You smile, remembering your little meetup with Jimin as you get dressed and you wonder if you are ever going to see him again. Your happiness falters a little when you think about your night with Taehyung. What would that do to your practically nonexistent relationship with Jimin? Would it affect anything? Whatever, you might not speak to him again in your life. After silently slipping your clothes on, you check on the handsome boy lying in bed: he's still sleeping.

You decide that you want to leave him a little message before you leave and you frantically look around the room for any sort of pen or pencil in order to write on the pad that is sitting on the nightstand. You spot a pen and you grab it, putting the cap in between your teeth and placing the tip on the blank paper.

You write, in your neatest handwriting,

Taehyung,

Thank you for the amazing experience last night. Also, thanks for saving me from the security guards (which I don't really remember). I hope we can do the first thing again sometime? Maybe next time you can pass my little challenges.

You scribble your number down near the bottom, hoping that he would text you when he woke up. You smile to yourself and pick up the paper, observing it, thinking about anything that you left out. You bring the note to your lips and leave a perfect lipstick mark on it- the kind you only see in the movies- and are immediately impressed with how amazing it looks.

You get up and place the note on the nightstand next to Taehyung and you sit on the bed next to him. You push a few strands of hair out of his eyes, partially regretting your decision of leaving so soon after your encounter. You lean forwards, planting a kiss on his cheek, mimicking what you just did with the paper. Once again, it leaves a lipstick stain and you smile to yourself, thinking about what he would think when he woke up.

You get up and open the door, looking back at his still-sleeping body on the bed.

"Goodbye, Mister Taehyung," you whisper.

You walk out the door and quietly close it behind you, leaving the boy in peace.

[About an hour later]

You walk in the door of your apartment, expecting Hannah to be relieved when you walked in safe and sound. But your roommate is nowhere to be seen, even after you call her name. You shrug it off and go into your room, closing the door behind you. You walk over to the mirror and look at your reflection.

The girl you saw was someone totally different than the girl that was in the mirror yesterday: someone who was terrified to sneak into a BTS concert and maybe get a chance to just have a little conversation with one of the members. But what you got instead was so much better.

You chuckle to yourself and you throw off your old shirt and shorts onto the floor, wanting to change into something a little more comfortable.

Oh. My. God.