Your boyfriend of 3 years had just broken up with you over a small argument that turned violent.
In this situation you had noone...apart from your best friend Jimin. He always comforted you when things like this happen.
You swiftly pressed dial as the call icon of his face popped up. — "j-jimin"
"Hello!..wait. Y/N? Are you okay?"
"No I'm fucking not."
"I'm coming over Y/N."
*Beeeep*
It's a surprise that he hasn't lashed out at me for my short-temper. I mean, that's what the argument with my ex was about.
after about 10 minutes of chugging old bottles of wine you found at the back of your cupboard, the door flung open and Jimin casually walked in like he owned the place.
he spotted me laying face-down on the couch and raced towards me, "oh my god Y/N what happened?"
The edge of the couch dipped as he sat on it. His hand made its way to the small of my back and gently rubbed in circular motions to sooth me.
"I really fucked up this time chim.." i mange to peep out as the alcohol starts to take effect on my saddened body.
"What happened? Do you wanna talk about it?" He whispered calmly like somebody else was sleeping in the same room as us.
"no...i think right now i need to take my mind off of it for a bit" i sighed as i turned onto my back, looking up at his worried face.
"what can i do to help you Y/N? i could take you out for a meal..o-or we could watch a mo-"
I slammed my lips onto his while eagerly grasping his plain white shirt. Our lips detached as our heavy breaths mixed into eachothers. "I need you right now baby." I stated as the left corner of his lips tugged upwards into a chilling smirk.
"then you got me."
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