tutor ; park jimin

chapter VI

I open my eyes after a terrible night of sleep before Jimin wakes up. I look over at him and see he's changed position, obviously. It's been 13 hours. Wait. 13 hours!

Oh, my god. I missed school! We both did!

I rush to get up and check the time. It's indeed 12 pm already. I didn't sleep at all, how did I miss this?

I start running around and thinking about what to do when I hear someone calling my name.

"Minnie?" his voice is deep from sleep.

"We missed school! It's 12 pm already!"

"Minnie."

"What are we supposed to do now? Oh, my god, it's not even worth going by now-"

"Minnie!"

"Yeah?!"

"Good morning." he smirks.

"I hate you."

"Let's go out for breakfast, shall we? I'll pay."

"Shut up, Park Jimin."

"Come on, princess. It's only one day. And also, all your screaming is making my brain feel like it's about to explode, please stop."

"Park Jimin- I swear to g- I hate you." I groan, my hands clenched into fists.

"You look really hot when you're mad."

"I'm going to smash your head against a wall if you don't shut your fucking mouth."

"Feel free to do so. This hangover is killing me already." he pressed his palm against his forehead, "Just sit down. Let's... We need to talk."

"What?"

"I remember what I said last night."

"Oh, you do?"

"Yes..."

"O-okay..." I say and sit down next to him.

"I want you to know that... Everything I said last night was true. I didn't want to tell you that way, I wanted it to be something more special and later on but I... I was really drunk and nobody can get a hold of me when I'm drunk."

"I believe that, but I just want to know... Why do you treat me like this then? Like I'm one of your hookups? With all the pet names, like 'princess', and smirking and teasing all around."

He lets out a breathy chuckle and looks at me, "You think 'princess' is a pet name I call the girls? I've never called any other girl princess before." he says and I roll my eyes, "You see, you really remind me of my mom."

"What does this have anything to do wi-"

"And my dad used to call my mom 'princess' when they were still in love. For me, as I grew up, that was how I saw love. Whenever I heard him calling my mom 'princess', a smile spread across my face and that reminded me that's how he showed love." he explains looking at me in the eyes, "And when I saw you the first thing I thought was 'princess'." he says, his soft eyes now lost on my whole face.

"When they were in love? W-what do you mean by that?"

"With time their sparkle faded and they split up, but they never filed a divorce because of financial matters. My parents work together and share the money and spliting up and living apart wouldn't be beneficial, for them and for me. They would both have to raise me separately and that just wouldn't be... Good. So we all live together. They are still friends, they just aren't... We just aren't the same... As a family."