War of Hormone // Jimin x Reader Story

Chapter 16 // Not What It Looks Like

[Jimin/Hannah scene]

The first thing Jimin thinks when he wakes up is... FUCK.

"What the-" he quickly pushes himself up on his forearms and blinks in confusion. His head aches, but when he tries to massage the pain away, the feeling lingers. He looks down at his bare torso and the sheets covering his lower half.

Then he remembers.

"Oh, my God," he whispers, flopping back on the bed. "I didn't... did I?"

His questions are immediately answered when Hannah walks in the room, wearing nothing but the designer shirt he wore yesterday, the fabric barely going down her thigh before stopping.

She looks at him smugly and says, "Hey... I made breakfast. It's in the kitchen if you want it, babe."

Jimin glares at her and tries to get up, falling back onto the bed a second later.

"How much alcohol did you give me?" he growls, putting a hand to his forehead.

Hannah blinks her eyes innocently a few times and gives him a thin smile. "I don't know what you're talking about. You convinced me to fuck you. I don't know how you remember it, but that's all that I remember."

Jimin closes his eyes and puts his face in his palms. He weakly breathes in and out, feeling regret and pain in the pit of his stomach.

Could he actually have wanted to have sex with Hannah? Could he do that to Y/N?

He shakes his head in disbelief, the strands of his hair curling around his fingers. Running his hand through his hair, he forces out a cough.

Hannah saunters over to him and places her hand on his head.

"Jimin," she cooes, "Babe, it's not as bad as it seems. Your performance was great and you enjoyed yourself last night. Just don't blame me for your bad decisions."

Jimin feels a ball of anger grow in his stomach and he viciously rips her hand away from his forehead.

"Don't fucking touch me ever again," he spits in her face, causing her eyes to widen in surprise. "If I did do...this"-he gestures to the bed and to Hannah's revealing attire- "then we shall never speak of it again."

Hannah opens her mouth to argue, but Jimin gives her a silencing look. He stands up and walks to the door, not looking back at Hannah once.

"Where are my clothes?" he asks, not making eye contact with her.

"They... uh..." Hannah stutters, "they're in the living room." She folds her arms and gives him a dirty look- he doesn't see this since he is avoiding her gaze.

Jimin walks into the room and looks at the scene, both his and Hannah's clothes strewn around. He begins to collect and redress himself, still barely believing what he did the previous night.

But if he couldn't remember and Hannah could, then he had to believe her word, right?

Pulling on his pants, he stumbles over to the kitchen and uses the counter as balance. He buckles his belt, ignoring everything else around him. He doesn't even notice Hannah slipping the empty alcohol bottle that was previously in the living room into a trash can.

He enters the room once again to find Hannah lounging against the couch, still wearing his shirt.

Jimin rolls his eyes and says, "I still need that before I leave."

She glances at him over her shoulder, eyes narrowed in anger. "Fine." She proceeds to unbutton the shirt and hands it to him, revealing only her toned body.