drunk || pjm (discontinued)

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"See you guys tomorrow, bye!"

You finished your night shift at the café.

Breathing in the fresh evening air, you started making your way home.

You were almost halfway home when you see a man staggering towards you.

Then he collided into a street lamp.

You gasped and ran over to him.

"Sir are you alright?"

"NOPE IM ALL LEFT," he shouted in reply.

The smell of alcohol filled your nose.

"Oh. You're drunk."

"NO IM JIMIN!"

He burped in your face, really loudly.

"Ok now that wasn't very nice."

He giggled and slumped into your arms.

You patted his face.

"Where do you live Jimin ?"

He burped again.

"Jimin I asked you, where do you live?" You repeated.

"I LIVE IN YO HEARTEU"

Oh wow

Quite the charmer isn't he

His shouting was starting to attract a lot of unwanted attention.

You tried to shush him but he ignored you.

"HEY DO YOU KNOW WHY IS THE STADIUM SO COLD?"

"Uh sir I don't think—"

"BECAUSE IT HAS A LOT OF FANS HAHAHAHAHA"

He was earning glares and groans from passersby.

"HA I MAKE BETTER JOKES THAN JIN HYUNG"

This is not working.

You slung his arm around your shoulders and tried to help him up.

Ooh.

Muscles.

You decided to bring him to your house.

Not a hotel, because you don't think it's necessary to spend your money on a stranger.

(A/N: don't shoot me)

You groaned.

Are his muscles made of rocks?

"DO YOU KNOW IM PUNTASTIC???" He shouted in your ear.

"Shhhhhhhh!"

"DO YOU KNOW ABOUTEU DE ITALIAN CHEF WITH A TERMINAL ILLNESS?"

What

Oh god the poor guy—

"HE  PASTAWAY!!"

You resisted all urge to fling him into the bin beside you.

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You finally arrived at your doorstep but Jimin was already jelly.

You dragged him into your room and threw him onto the bed.

You went to on the air conditioning

But you heard muffled sounds, like

Uumrphh uumphh

Oh no

Oh no nononononono

You dashed back to him and dragged him all the way to the toilet bowl.

With the speed you never knew you had in you.

Blarggghh uumph blarrrghhhhhh

You panted.

Thank God. Those carpets were new.

"Are you done, Jimin?"

You heard him wailing.

"WHERE ARE MY JAMS"

You open the toilet door.

Oh hell the smell was enough to make you wanna throw a puke party.

Jimin has puke stains on his shirt.

You tried your best to wipe it off his shirt.

You dragged him back to his bed.

He's gonna dirty your bed.

With the puke.

Would you want that?

Fuck no.

You reached out a hand and tried pulling off his shirt.

He struggled.

"If i take off my shirt, will you give me jams?"

What the hell is this boy talking about.

"I want jams that will make me grow taller," he whined.

"Okok fine. Take of your shirt and put this on."

You handed him a shirt.

"Now sleep."

"You promised me jams."

"Yes I promised."

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He fell asleep soundly.

You gently pushed his bangs to the side as you wiped his face.

Damn he was hot.

Hell, breath-taking wouldn't even be enough to describe him.

His plump, pouty lips and his cute little button nose.

You smack yourself back into your senses.

Come on y/n

You'll probably never even see him after tonight.

After all,

He's just a stranger.

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Hope this wasn't cringy or whatsoever

Hope you liked it!