My Sleeping Partner | P. JM

A Kiss A Drink

"Huh...?"

"Kim Taehyung, at your service!" Taehyung chirps the moment Jimin wakes, clapping his hands together delightfully. Jimin's warning look dissipates the moment he sees the boy flop on the bed lazily.

"Uh..."

Jimin looks at me uncertainly as he shyly pulls up my blanket up to his nose. His eyes glance up at Taehyung, his full lips pursed together.

He's so cutely shy it's killing me.

And apparently Taehyung thinks so as well because he smiles, patting Jimin's soft hair even though they're the same age.

"It's okay— I don't bite."

"Yeah. Actually, he's the one who convinced and paid for me to get you," I explain, and Jimin's eyes go wide. "So yeah— he's not bad at all."

"So he's the reason why you've neglected my poor soul for the past two days," Taehyung says, analyzing a Jimin that is still too shy to meet his eyes.

"I mean, it's a good excuse."

"Well," Taehyung says lightly, and only then do I notice the black plastic bag clutched in his hands. "I'm leaving this here— tell me how it tastes, okay?"

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Alcohol.

He'd left alcohol in my house?

"What's this, Minah?" Jimin asks, his eyes wide and curious as he stares at the green bottle. "It doesn't smell... that nice."

"Do you want to try it?" I ask, cautiously pouring out a tiny cup. Whenever Taehyung had drunk it in front of my stunned face, he'd said it was the best drink that could possibly exist in the world.

He only drank it whenever his parents scolded him, told him that he wasn't good enough even though he was amazing at his job. Even if he'd secured two major deals— his parents always told him why he hadn't secured three.

He'd called it his happy juice.

"Do you think this really makes you happy?" I ask Jimin, swirling the transparent liquid in my cup. "I mean, I know it smells bad and all— but do you think being drunk makes you happy?"

He shrugs.

"I'm not really sure— the information's not in my database." Jimin answers, glancing at the alcohol. "But would it hurt to try?"

"I mean, Taehyung does it."

"Then I guess it wouldn't hurt."

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He was right.

I feel like I could fly— just lift off from the ground like I weighed less than a feather.

Opposite from where I am, Jimin is giggling cutely with both his cheeks flushed an adorable shade of red. Even the tips of his ears are scarlet.

My words sound slurred in my ears as I reach over and squeeze his cheeks.

"You're so cute, Jimin~" I laugh, fluffing his silky hair. "And how is your hair so fluffy? It's softer than a cloud!"