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It was warm, cozy. I slowly opened my eyes and realized I was surrounded by walls.
Inside.
I slowly woke up and realized I wasn't sleeping alone, an arm was wrapped around my waist.
Also, I'm naked right now.
Quickly I started to remember what happened last night, memories popped back into my head, vivid images flashed by as I remembered the night. Carefully I turned around to confirm my gut feeling. Indeed Jimin was the guy whose arm was wrapped around me.
He is naked as well.
I stared in complete horror at his face.
What I did last night was wrong.
I gave the wrong impression.
I didn't want it.
Right?
I squeezed my eyes shut and shook my head.
I'm an idiot!
My sudden movement made Jimin groan. Terrified I opened my eyes to see if I had woken him up.
I had.
His eyes flickered open as he woke up, immediately making eye contact. He smiled as he pulled me closer.
"Good morning beautiful Princess."
No no no!
I panicked as I felt his naked body touch mine. In a swift movement, I got out of his grip, grabbed the blanket and ran towards the door, entering the hallway with just a blanket wrapped around my body.
A faded 'wait' came from Jimin's room, I ignored it and looked around the hall, figuring out which way I had to go.
As I ran through the hallways, finding my way to my room, I realized that he must have carried me, in the middle of the night, butt naked, to his room. Chills shot down my spine.
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As I entered my room and slammed my door shut, I noticed the time.
I should've started cleaning an hour ago.
I quickly put on some clothes and made my way over to RM's room, since it was his day today. Without thinking I entered his room with my trusty mop and bucket, ready to make up for the time I've lost already. As I put the bucket down the familiar sound of throat clearing echoed through the room. I spun around and saw RM still laying in bed.
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