Summer ✓ p.jm

Chapter 13 : Jimin Park

I wake up from the unfamiliar smell of I don't know what exactly it is, I toss around the bed and it seems like it's much softer than it has been.

I hug a pillow and it doesn't smell like mine. Mom must've changed the pillowcase.

Pots clanging from downstairs keeps getting louder and I open my eyes only to see an unfamiliar ceiling.

I sit down on the bed and I realized half asleep that this isn't my room. I scan the area for any possibilities of familiarity but there's none. I look at the bedside table and my phone is lying down there.

It's Monday and it's already ten in the morning. I'm late for my classes. I hurried and take the blankets off of me.

But then I noticed I'm not wearing any of my clothes last night. I'm wearing a very big black shirt and the safety shorts I tuck inside my jeans yesterday.

When I stand up, the shirt looks like a dress to me. I grab my eyeglasses on the bedside table and make my way to the kitchen where the noise was coming from.

I'll be damned if it's someone that I don't know. I hope this is Lana's house, I hope she sobered up that fast last night.

I told myself before that I'm not going to drink anymore to avoid another headache that hurts like this, yet I'm here again.

I made my way down the stairs and it shows a messy living room with really comfy couches and huge flatscreen television.

I go to another doorway that leads to the dining room, there are a long table and a lot of ceramic wares inside the cupboards. There's another doorway at the end and I guess that's the kitchen.

I slowly take steps as I move forward, unsure of what or whom will I see. Someone is cooking base from the sound of oil and heat mixed together. I slowly peeked to see who it is and I can't help but shriek at what I saw, same as the man who's holding a slice of raw chicken meat on his hand and accidentally drops it in the hot oil.

"Shit!" Jimin complains as he looks over his palm. I must've scared him. Who wouldn't be surprised to see a man that cooks half-naked with just an apron to cover some of his features?

I have the perfect view of his arms that flexes even though he doesn't intend to, black ink covering most of his skin, and one tattoo of him caught my attention. The one on his left arm, it says "underrated art".

I wake up from my senses and approached him the moment I saw his palm turning red. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you." I apologize and I obviously don't know what to do. Instead of panicking, I focused and found myself filling a mixing bowl with water.

"Here." I grab his left arm and soak the hand that's been burnt. "I'm really sorry." I keep apologizing. The moment I realized that I'm holding his arm for too long, I moved away from him.

"Did I wake you up?" He asks.

"Sort of." I scratch the back of my head. "Why am I at your house?" I managed to ask.

"You don't remember anything, do you?" I shyly shake my head no. For a moment I saw him hiss under his breath because of pain. What happened last night? Why am I in his clothes? Did something happen between us? No. There must be something else, this is all a misunderstanding. But you're wearing his clothes. My subconscious presses.

"Where's the bathroom?" I ask through my corrupted thoughts.

"Living room, then look left." He instructs and I followed. I look over the medicine cabinet and just as I thought, it's empty. Great.

I saw a toothpaste on the sink and grab it. I went back to the kitchen where Jimin is, and he's still cooking using his right arm and the other one is still soaked underwater. "Give me your hand." I tell him and he gives me a look that asks 'what are you doing?'.