The Morning After

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Jisu opened her eyes, immediately feeling the terrible ache in her head. She groaned, about to stretch when she felt something stop her from moving. She looked down and noticed a muscular arm was wrapped around her waist. Jisu froze, realizing that there was a man next to her.

A shirtless man to be exact.

Oh no. Did we...? She lifted up the blanket, checking if her parts were still covered. Okay. Pants are still on. That's good, right?

She slowly turned her head, fearing the identity of the person next to her. Jisu's eyes widened, shocked by the person sleeping beside her. Oh my god. Did I just sleep with Park Jimin?

Jisu slowly got out of Jimin's grasp, gently placing his arm on the bed. She tiptoed towards the door, deciding to leave before Jimin could wake up. Nice and easy. She was almost out the door when she suddenly slipped on Jimin's shirt, causing her to hit the floor with a loud bang. Jimin shifted, waking up by the sudden noise.

Oh, shit.

Jimin's eyes expanded as soon as he saw Jisu. He looked at his bare chest and back to Jisu, his face red as a tomato. "What the hell!" he yelled, "Did we?"

"HELL NO!" Jisu screamed, standing up. "I don't know how we ended up at my place, but I am 99.999% sure that we did not bang."

"What about the other 0.111%?" Jimin asked.

"That means we probably banged. The chances are very low, so I'm sure we didn't." she replied.

"Knowing that you're a bitch, how can I be sure that you're telling the truth and not lying?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Look honey. First of all, you are way out of my league. I'm obviously way better than you. Second of all, I really hate you. And third, just no-"

The conversation was interrupted by the sound of a phone chime.

Jimin looked at Jisu with confusion before he picked up the phone:

Jimin: Hello?

Namjoon: Where are you? It's already 12. Meet all of us at pub. It's time for the mission.

Namjoon hung up the phone.

"We should get going." Jimin said, grabbing his shirt from the floor and slipping it on.

"For once, I actually agree."

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