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I followed his instructions and quickly rushed upstairs to avoid anymore crowded places.

I knocked on a door and was harshly pulled inside.

"Jimin." I lightly say.

He held me in his arms and started to run his lips against my neck. I didn't know what to do until the smell of alcohol finally reached my nose.

"Jimin, stop. You're drunk." I tried to push him away but there was no use, he held me tighter.

"Jimin, I love you. But I'm not ready."

He stopped and let go of me. He looked at me through his red eyes.

"I don't."

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