No. He can't. She already had someone. She just did this because she's drunk. Yup, alcohol-
NO. He wouldn't take advantage of her vulnerable state.
As his eyes were still open, Sohee was really making Jin to kiss her back but no, Jin pulled out from the kiss and he saw how the girl cried.
"Am I not good enough for you Minho?" she cries onto her palms as she covers her face.
Oh. He get it now.
"After all these years, wow, I-shit, I didn't even know who am I, where I am from and so-" she pauses, hicupping second by second, "Fuck, why wouldn't you be someone like Seokjin. Fuck."
Wait what? Jin's eyes widened again as he heard his name, coming out of Sohee's.
It's been ages since the last time he saw someone break down like this. Like, agees.
She sniff and sniffed, until she got the enough audacity to pin Jin down to the bed and kissed him.
Luckily, Seokjin managed to push the girl away from him and she cried again, "Am I not good enough for you to Seokjin?" she cries and Jin just rubbed circles on her back, comforting her.
"Sohee, you're drunk. You would get mad at me." He explain calmly to the drunk girl and she just sniffed. Jin pauses, "And besides, I like you. No, I love you. And I would rather kiss you sober and not drunk." he smiles, "So you'll remember."
Sohee's eyes were half-opened, "Okay, you know what? I like you too hehehe." she giggles, "No, I love you. I love you more than I love that big orange monster!" she giggles again and Jin chuckles.
Is she referring Minho's orange hair?
"Go back to sleep now, Sohee." he says softly and Sohee pouts, "But I don't wanna!"
Jin chuckles at her cuteness, "But you have to. You want to change?" he points at her clothes and she shook her head, "It's fine, Seokjin. I-"
She already passed out on his arms, Jin chuckled again as he shook his head. He laid her down gently, and decides to sleep on the sofa.
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"Aww fuck, my head hurts." Sohee groans as she got up from the bed, her hand immediately on her head, half-awake.
Her eyes widened as soon she realized that she wasn't on her house and in someone's house she's doesn't know. She was about to scream until she saw a sketch of Jin hanging in the wall.
"Huh...? Jin..? Why am I at his place? What am I doing here?" she mumbles to herself, finally standing up from the bed to go outside.
She already smelled the aroma of pancakes coming from the kitchen downstairs. Since everything was made out of glass, she can already recognized who's the one cooking, judging by the shoulders.
