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C H A P T E R S E V E N
ｊｉｍｉｎ'ｓ ｈｏｕｓｅ
8 ᴀᴍ
✧
"Where the fuck am I?"
I quickly removed the white sheets surrounding me, and sat up. Did Brooke change up her room? It was never this messy.
I stretched, and quietly walked through the hall. This is definitely not Brooke's place, unless they redid the whole thing. I walked down the stairs, and stopped when I saw the living room.
I'm a fucking idiot. How could I spend the night at Jimin's place? I spotted the door, and decided to make a quiet exit.
"Why are you leaving?"
My eyes went wide when I heard his voice, and damn is it raspy.
"Uh, I'm late for work."
"We don't open today."
I mentally slapped myself. "I meant school."
"It's Saturday." He yawned afterwards.
"Chur- Okay I give up."
He walked over to me, messing up my hair. I scrunched my nose and stepped back.
"Don't ever do that gain, thank you."
"You hungry?"
"No, I'm just confused."
He chuckled. "You fell asleep on my couch last night."
I sighed. "Sorry, I didn't know I'd get that tired."
"It's cool."
I reached for the doorknob, but let go when he spoke again.
"Do you want to go out to eat?"
I nervously laughed. "That's okay. I wouldn't want to make you do that."
"I'm offering."
"And I'm declining, sorry."
He grabbed my wrist. "It's the least I can do to apologize."
I groaned, and slipped my shoes on. "Fine."
We walked towards his car, and I held my nose the second I opened the door.
