it won't change • p.jm ✔️

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JIYEON

The rays of sunlight shine through the curtain. I realize the setting and I'm on a couch, no wonder my back hurts so much.

"Took you long enough." Jimin says with an eyeroll.

"WOAH! You're not proper." I say with surprise.

Jimin just scratches his nape nervously.

"Wait why the fu- furniture am I in your house?"

"Last night, you got drunk. Did some fucked –I mean rather messed up things. Your friend Yeona was having the time of her life with my hyung."

"Seriously?!" I whisper-shout.

"Of course and I brought your fucking drunk ass home. I mean I brought you home even when your state was clearly miserable."

I roll my eyes, "You can speak informally to me, it's completely fine."

"Well then I see this act isn't working." He laughs, "But I mean I can always continue."

The doorbell rings.

"Jiyeon! Get out of bed and hide!" He rushes me into his closet.

I could hear some muffled voices, but didn't pay too much attention.

What the fuck why is his clothing son expensive? Why does he have like 50 drawers?

At the very bottom there seemed to be a drawer with many clothes covered by it. Curiosity got the best of me and so I decided to look through it. I ended up finding many, many condom packages that shrouded a diary I supposed.

The darkness soon left and I was caught right in the act while Jimin was staring at me.

"Yah!" He snatches the journal, "What are you doing?!"

"What are you doing?! You're the one who shoved me into a closet!" I argue.

"Fair enough, but what I'm holding is very confidential."

"Jiminie I left my phone. So I –who is she?–wahh Jimin I'll leave you to what you're doing then."

"Yah!" I shout.

He turns around with a confused expression.

"It's not anything it looks like. I was just in his closet that he shoved me in."

"Jimin-ah, I got Yeona's number too!" He says.

"What?! Jimin is this your hyung who was making out with my best friend."

"Oh you must be the girl that Jimin–" He goes.

"Yah! This is Namjoon hyung and this is Jiyeon-ssi." Jimin interrupts.

There's an awkward moment of silence.

"I guess I'll see you later." Namjoon says awkwardly.

Third person

Jimin is wondering whether he should tell her about the night before.

But of course he doesn't, because he doesn't want her to get any ideas. He looks at the clock on the wall. It was a late start and works started in about half an hour.

"Jiyeon! Get something to wear we have to go to work!" Jimin pleads.

"I am not going to work today for sure." She refuses.

"Oh my god, we need to get going. I don't have time for your bullshit."

"I swear your so bipolar." Jiyeon mutters.