rate.u | pjm ✔

fourteen.

sinai sat cross legged on her bed. there was truly no good reason for her to be doing this, or to finally give in to this guy as she did so, it was only the alcohol speaking louder than the voice of reason in the back of her brain.

she waited for him to pick up. the app made a ringing sound three times, and finally the screen switched from his profile picture to a somewhat dark setting. she lifted her phone up, allowing him to see her smiling face.

"as you can see, i'm home," she turned her phone, showing him her room around her.

his face then came in full view at her screen. she almost dropped her phone, her heart beat picking up. sinai had always believed that pictures always made people look better than they really were, herself included, but one look at his face and all those certainties were down the toilet.

"good, are you okay? does your head hurt?" his groggy voice spoke.

he wasn't too good himself. he had had a little too much to drink, but he was nowhere near the thrilled, drunk state sinai was at. besides, alcohol made him more sleepy than frantic.

"not yet," she spoke, looking into the screen. she admired every outline of his face, his eyes, his lips. her heart skipped a beat. she would've kissed him if he was there.

"you should lie down, get some sleep," he ran his hand over his cheek, giving her a soft look. he too was mesmerized by the way her lips slightly twitched up into a smile, and the way the alcohol seemed to give her a faint pink blush. he too would've kissed her if she was there.

for the first time since they had started talking, sinai didn't feel the need to shut his mouth up every time he spoke, or typed. she actually found herself enjoying his virtual company. and suddenly, the idea of letting him in didn't sound as bad.

"i still need to change," she pointed towards her clothes, offering him a somewhat teasing smile. had she been sober, she would've slapped herself.

his adam's apple moved south on his throat. "i think you should do that off camera."

"why?" she asked, a hint of mischief in her voice. the alcohol running through her bloodstream made her more confident, but also more careless. sober sinai would never agree to this. "wouldn't you like to see me strip?"

jimin debated internally. of course he would. he had been attracted to this girl from the moment he had seen her picture, and even more so when she had showed him that attitude of hers. all of it turned him on to a point he had never felt before.

"you'll strip for me tomorrow," he decided. she would hate him in the morning if he let her do as she pleased right now. he'd rather drunk sinai to not like him than sober sinai.

she huffed and pouted her lips. jimin thought she looked cute, so he smiled. "can you sing for me then? you promised. i didn't smoke."

jimin pursed his lips. singing was an insecurity of his and to be quite honest, he thought she'd forget all about it. but seeing the way she looked at him, her eyes so pleading, he knew he had no chance but to give in.

"i can baby," he spoke the last word without thinking about it. it didn't seem to bother her though.

sinai laid down, her clothes still the same as before. pulling the bed sheets over her tiny body, she placed her head on the pillow and her hand underneath her head.

and then he sang to her, a soft, smoothing tune. sinai thought he sounded like an angel, he thought she looked like one. she closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip as she listened closely. something tugged at her heartstrings, and she knew she was very close to giving up on her tough act. she loved hearing him. he loved looking at her as she did.

jimin wasn't expecting this. he wasn't expecting to get so attached to the way a girl made him feel. everyone seemed to fall at his feet, and sinai was nowhere near that, yet seeing her this carefree, a smile on her lips, made him believe that maybe he stood a chance. he wanted that chance with her.

when he finished singing, he noticed she was already asleep, her eyed closed and a soft pout on her lips. jimin wished he could travel through the phone screen and kiss the fuck out of her lips. maybe someday.

but for now, he watched her sleep, imagining a world where she was closer.