just one day || a jimin ff

Chapter Fourteen: Let's Get Your Drunk Ass Home

"That was worse."

"Oh, shut up. I'm just complimenting you.", he said, as he put on his shirt. He wasn't kidding, the shirt was way too big for him. He looked adorably small in the large dark gray sweatshirt, the neck of the shirt large enough to make his collarbone visible. He flapped the large sleeves, making you smile inwardly.

"Come on, let's get your drunk ass home."

"Okay, little guy." you said, with a cheeky smile on your face. His brows furrowed, but his lips were set in a smirk.

"What was that?" he said as he stepped closer to you, making the room feel immeasurably small all of a sudden. He lessened the space between the two of you, making your breath hitch in your throat. He noticed your lack of functionality the closer he came and his eyes glinted. He leaned down towards your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine as it traveled down to your neck.

"Not so little anymore, am I?" he whispered. Your eyes averted his and you looked down, grabbing the rim of the shirt you were wearing. You didn't notice the way his eyes softened at your action.

"Even she couldn't help calling you little, huh?" a playful voice came from near the door.

Jimin's head turned, and you immediately tried scooting away from him. Cause God knows that if you stayed near him for one more second, you might just combust right there. Realizing that you were trapped as Jimin was blocking your way, you resorted to bending your head an unholy angle to find out who was the one near the door.

Oh, were you glad you did. The guy at the door had messy black hair, his eyes playful as he grinned at Jimin. He was all sharp jawline and black clothes, but his face had a more cuter aura.

"Oh come on, Mark. You just had to ruin the moment, didn't ya?" Jimin said, but his voice was light.

"It's what I'm here for." the guy named Mark grinned again.

Jimin took a step back, walking towards the guy. He did that bro hug that all guys do and stepped away. You stood there awkwardly until Mark noticed you.

"Hey, I'm Mark." he said with his hand extended as he walked towards me.

"Hi." I mumbled as I took his hand. I realized that he was looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to speak.

"Oh, (Y/N). My name's (Y/N)" I said in a hurry.

"Nice to meet you, (Y/N)", he said as a contagious smile broke out on his face. This guy never stopped smiling.

"You're hot" you blurted out, making Mark scratch the back of his head with a confused smile.

"I know that" was the reply he finally chose.

"Good, good, you should. Self confidence, man" you drew out the last word as you playfully punched his arm, giving him a large unnerving smile. He chuckled then, looking at Jimin with a look you couldn't understand in your drunk state.

"Anyway, we've gotta go. She's drunk and needs to be back home" Jimin finally said, and ruffled your hair. Mark gave him another look at the action but didn't say anything about it.

"Yeah I should get back too. People are gonna be missing the life of the party. A.k.a me." Mark said while throwing you a wink. You tried to wink back but were failing miserably.

Jimin nodded at Mark, who gave you one last salute and left.

You and Jimin. Alone again. You suddenly got reminded of what had happened seconds before Mark and entered and your face flushed. Jimin felt uneasy all of a sudden and cleared his throat.