KUMAMON KID ⚣ y.mn

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Jimin POV:

"Ugh.Fucking hangovers..."

My eyes opened and I groaned as a sudden pain hit my head as well as the blinding light from the sun peaking through the curtains, practically scorching my retinas. I looked to the side and I could just about make out the shape of Yoongi rubbing his head in pain ,sitting on the edge of the bed while grumbling to himself.

"Just go back to sleep,Yoongi," I croaked, wincing at the soreness of my throat.

He turned around to face me "Oh, you're awake. I'm gonna go back to sleep."

He went back under the duvet, next to me. I looked at him with hopeful eyes.

"What?"he asked.

"C-cuddles?"

"Fine, you big baby."he muttered. He then wrapped arms around my waist and entangled our legs together. I gave a small smile and felt my eyes droop as fatigue took over my body again. However, my head shot up when I felt Yoongi's fingertips feel around my abs, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Wh-what are you doing? S-stop~"I managed to breathe out, trying to wriggle away.

"Jimin,why aren't you wearing a shirt?"

I peaked underneath the duvet and realised that I am indeed sleeping next to a boy without a shirt on. I blushed when I looked up again. Shyly, I slipped out of the bed in search of my shirt. The splitting headache causing me to hold onto my head and try to focus my vision as it felt as if I was seeing double. I squinted my eyes when I found my shirt laying limply on the floor. It had some sort of white,creamy fluid running down it making me tilt my head at it in confusion.

"What the hell,I think there's mayo on my shirt."

"Ha,maybe you ended up having a food fight at the party. I wouldn't remember though,can't remember a thing from yesterday."he chuckled.

"Me neither.Last night must've been wild." I laughed as I picked up my shirt. As I inspected the shirt, I noticed Yoongi's face pale and his eyes widen.

"What's wrong ?" I asked.

"I just remembered...what happened yesterday." he whispered while looking down.

"Yea,what about it?" I questioned scooped up some of the white liquid with my finger. In curiosity,I brought it to my mouth.

"N-no,Jimin don't do tha-"

My face scrunched at the very unfamiliar and overwhelming taste. It was warm and salty, but had a hint of sweetness to it.

"Ew,that definitely does not taste of mayo. "

"That's because it's n-not mayo." he muttered under his breath. I furrowed my eyebrows at him and put my attention on him instead of the stained shirt.

Then what is it?!

"Do you seriously not remember what happened last night?" His words make something snap in my mind.Pictures from last night appear in my head.

'You're beautiful.' -

'I'm not lyi—' -

'Please~' Yoongi mewls as he brings himself closer to me, wanting to be touched-

'J-Jiminnn~'he whines as he thrusts his hips up ,wanting some friction-

'J–Jimin—fa–faster' he moans as he grips onto my shoulder tightly...

Oh no no no-

I drop the shirt on the ground and my mouth gapes as I just realise what had happened between us from the night before. I felt heat spread from the apples of my cheeks all the way to the tips of my ears .