Chaeyoung's POV
"Water..." I whispered, my voice hoarse as I pushed the person beside which is most probably Jimin.
"Stop kicking me Chaeyoung, you're going to crush my balls," he snarled and my eyes opened, his face close to mine, my breath automatically hitches when I realized I had a clear view of his upper body, the blanket failing to cover his deep v-line, I had to do a double take to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
I gulped.
I know I have everything but ge'ez. It is still ethereal. He looks amazing.
"Yes, Chaeyoung. I am naked under the sheets because you vomited all over me. Why?" he hissed and I felt my cheeks blushing. My eyes closed for a moment in an attempt to remember the stupid things that I did last night.
However, that wasn't the end of it. I almost screamed after I realized how my body I also naked under the sheets.
"Hey, where are my clothes?" I asked in panic pulling the sheets higher to cover my nudity.
His eyes opened, his face looking at me in a rather mocking yet playful look.
"Aist! You don't remember a thing? You called me all drunk telling me you're all naked. Got me all excited and all but what, you just went ahead and started vomiting on me like there's no tomorrow. I was too exhausted to even wear some clothes after taking a shower," he glared at me before standing up, a loud shriek escaping my lips at the sight of him.
He turned his body toward my direction and I covered my eyes in surprise.
"You've seen all of this Chaeyoung. Even played it for some time, stop shrieking or you'll wake the boys," he smirked and I know my cheeks were now burning hot at his words, the loud beating of my heart can also be heard.
Even now, Jimin still has this effect on me. What's even worse is that I think it has gotten even stronger.
"I'm going back to the office. Stay at home. I'll tell Soobin that you're sick," he stated before entering the bathroom.
"Arghhhh," I grab my already messy hair in frustration. "Why did you drink again, Chaeyoung?" I started scolding myself.
"Why? Why?" I kicked the sheets in front of me but then shrieked after the cover was taken off my body.
Damn it.
My hand reaches for my head, grunting a little as I feel the sudden surge of pain eating my system.
Me and my battle with alcohol.
After putting in some clothes, I head out of the room only to be greeted by a very grumpy Jungkook and a giddy Taehyung. Namjoon must have left early.
"Look who's awake. Gosh, Chaeyoung, I'm going to beg Jimin hyung not to let you drink anymore. You're going to kill me at this rate,"
I chuckled a little after I saw Jungkook scowling at me. The bags under his eyes tell me I gave him a lot of trouble last night.
"I was well behaved Jungkook. What are you even blabbering about?" I feigned ignorance and I almost burst out laughing when the pancake in his mouth dropped on his plate, the shocked expression he had was picture-perfect.
"Unbelievable," he mumbled and I headed straight to the kitchen counter to grab myself a coffee. I flinched a little when I felt a pair of hands wrapped around me.
"Chaeyoungie, you won't believe what happened to me last night," Taehyung giggled and I relaxed after realizing it was him.
"What? You got a girl pregnant or something?" I joked and he released his hands and smacked me in a joking manner. I laughed at his reaction.
"You don't get a girl pregnant in a day, fuck you," he snickered.
"Technically, you can but we wouldn't know until it was formed, right?" I grin and he gagged at my answer
"Forget it, you're hopeless," he rolled his eyes before letting out a long sigh. Slowly, he retreated back and sat beside Jungkook who gave the other a high-five. I just shake my head over their antics.
Yeah, I'm hopeless. I told myself.
It's been days but there isn't any progress to what his father had asked me. I mean, it wasn't easy, to be honest.
How did he think that I could easily persuade Jimin to go back to the US in an instant?
A long sigh escaped my lips.
Contrary to what I thought, his father never said anything about us being married. What he told me next actually kinda shocked me a bit but I never had a chance to say anything since Jimin suddenly came.
He's asking me for a huge favor that I'm not really sure I can pull off. Seeing that he can't personally give the news to his son, it basically tells me that Jimin wouldn't like the idea and to be honest, I don't want to intrude.
It's his family and even though we're married, I don't think I am in a position to meddle with their relationship.
With a heavy feeling inside my chest, I slowly went to sit beside Taehyung, the cup of hot coffee in my hand.
"Don't," Taehyung gritted his teeth as he swatted my right hand off of his pancake, "even think about putting your sex hand over my food," he mumbled and I grimaced over his words.
"I bought the ingredients you used for that pancake so that's mine," I scowled but smiled back when Jungkook placed his extra pancake over my plate.
"Shut up and eat. You two are started to annoy me,"
"Thanks, Kookie!" I beamed and he just pouted.
"Stop contacting my wife. Call me if you need something,"
Our heads turned towards our right when we heard Jimin's loud voice echoing across the room. Soon enough, his naked upper body came into view as he walked barefoot with only his black slacks on.
I would have drooled over his body once again but the serious expression showing on his face tells me that it wasn't a good idea.
"When did my father start communicating with you?" he growled, my eyes widened at the sight of him. He was fuming in anger, my phone was probably closed to being crushed due to his tight grip.
My mouth went dry. I have never seen him so angry like this.
"Hyung..." Jungkook whispered but I was sure he was backing down too.
"I'm asking you a question Park Chaeyoung. And why is my father talking with you?" he was looking at me straight in the eye and I felt like my soul was being taken away from me.
"He was just-" I gulped. I'm sure he'll be angrier if I tell him but he'll go ballistic if I don't.
"He just asked me a favor," I muttered, slowly, I stood up from my seat. I felt Taehyung moving closer to where I was.
"Jimin calm down. I'm sure it's nothing serious. Your father must have wanted to know Chaeyoung a little," he reasoned but I have this feeling it won't work on Jimin. Not when he's looking at me straight in the eye.
"I'm waiting Chaeyoung," his right hand on his hips, I had to grunt internally.
"Fine, he wanted us to go to the US," I started and his brows creased at my words.
"Why? We have worked here and he's here. What's the point?"
Damn it. He won't stop, will he?
"He wants you to meet someone," I revealed.
I felt my chest tightened.
"His new wife," I declared and Jungkook choked on his food.
Taehyung backed away a little while Jimin's expression remained the same.
It was silent for a few seconds until Jimin's loud voice echoed once again.
"What the fuck did you just say?!"
I knew it.
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