Love Is Not Over {Editing}

Reflection

{A/N: A head's up that this is a long chapter! I also think that it's only fair that I give a warning. This chapter discusses sensitive issues dealing with abuse. I'll admit this was one of the most difficult parts for me to write, but I know it's crucial for you to understand Jenna. Please self care afterwards and cope in the healthy way of your choosing. Love, Jess}

After six shots, a few hours of dancing and non-stop laughing, I realize it is past 2am and I need to get back to my apartment. Two of my other friends, who are roommates, offer to walk back with me and make sure I get home safely.

I thank both of them for helping me home and dance into the building. I stumble out of the elevator with loud thuds on the floor towards my door and lean onto the wall for balance. I had sobered up slightly but I was definitely still feeling a good buzz from the shots Sarai poured. I reach into my cardigan pocket for my key and only feel my phone. I feel inside the left pocket and only pull out my lip balm. I take off my cardigan and turn it upside down in hopes that my key will fall out. In my half sober mind I begin realizing that I must have left my key at Sarai's place or it must have accidentally fallen out on the way back.

I place my palm against the door in defeat and let out a harsh sigh before looking at my phone.

I text Adam: "Son ofa biscuit. I think. I locked myselff out of mhy aparment."

As I am both too lazy and not comfortable walking back to Sarai's place alone, I scroll down through my contacts and click on 지민 오빠.

After a few rings, I hear him clear his throat and then a soft "Jenna? Hey are you okay?"

"Heyyyy what's up? Soooo I think I locked myself out of my place and like I'm just really thirsty can you bring me some water..." and then add "damn key I know I had it with me when I left" talking more to myself than him.

"Oh yeah, I'll be right there."

I slide down the wall and sit on the floor with my knees pulled into my chest. I rest my forehead on my knees for a minute and look up when I hear the opening of a door.

Jimin walks out wearing dark blue pajama bottoms and an anpanman hoodie, a water bottle in his left hand.

"Woah what's up?" he asks rhetorically.

"Oh you knoooow, I may or may not be drunk and lost my key. No big dill."

"Seriously that sucks." He sits down besides me and hands me the bottle "You're lucky I was still up."

I chug half the bottle. "Yeah it's laaaate why are you still awake? Go to sleep."
"I was actually dozing off when your call rudely woke me up." he teases.

"Damn I'm sorry. But shout out to you cus I don't know what else to do."

"Are you sure you don't have your key on you? I mean worst case scenario I could let you sleep in my apartment." He pauses and looks away slightly. "Or umm I could help you get to someone's place and spend the night there?"

"I know I had it when I left but like I can't find it now."

"Hm. Did you check your pant pockets?"

I stick my hand into the right side and pull of the shiny silver key.
I laugh out loud, much too loud considering it was 3am and we were in the hallway.

"Wooooooowww I didn't even remember I had pockets. Babe you saved me."

He chuckles and stands up. "You're funny."

I attempt to stand up as well and feel my head spinning and lose my balance. I stumble forward and throw my hands in front of my body, bracing myself for the fall.