Oneshots || BTS

Drunk/Sober || PJM

To be very honest. I wasn't the most sober when I talked to him. And I'm never drinking again that's for sure.

You tapped your finger on the table, waiting impatiently. Why did my brain think this was a good idea again? You sat up straight as you caught sight of a blue-haired boy entering the café.

"Hey," he casually greeted you while sliding into the seat opposite you. Damn why the heck does he look so good? He was wearing a simple denim jacket over a black tee, paired with ripped jeans, somehow managing to pull off such a simple outift. Of course he would pull it off. He was the Park Jimin after all.

"Hi," you replied. He seemed to be examining you and you suddenly regretted your decision of wearing an off-shoulder dress. You idiot. You just had to wear a revealing dress while meeting this guy. Just great. "You know," Jimin began, "You look much much better when you aren't drunk and screaming your ass off."

You buried your face in your hands and peeked out from between your fingers. "I was screaming?" He chuckled. "Yea darling. You sure were." You slowly removed your hands from your face while facepalming internally.

"Your face was exactly like this last night. Red."

His words made you curse under your breath. "Look I don't know how things even ended up like this," you muttered stressfully. "Pffft. Of course you don't. You were totally out of it," Jimin said. "I mean you were slapping me for..." he trailed off, tapping a finger on his chin. Then his face lighted up as he suddenly remembered something. "Right! You were slapping me, asking me why did I cheat on you with your dog!"

His statement made your eyes fall out of their sockets. I shouldn't have texted him back. I mean I should have. But I shouldn't have asked him to meet me here. Like whAT did I evEN tHiNk? He'll come here, I'll apologise and leave? YOU IDIOT YOU COULD HAVE JUST TEXTED A SORRY DKWBWKAJDJRESN.

"I'm sorry." You apologised, acting as though you weren't having a mental crisis.  Jimin shrugged, spreading his legs and leaning back comfortably. "Eh. I enjoyed it. I mean, I got called irresistibly gorgeous more than a hundred times at least," he informed you while smiling. But you were drowning in your ocean of miseries, slightly shaking your head, making youe hair cover your face, while looking down so Jimin wouldn't see your boiled tomato-red face.

He chuckled [CHUCKED @Andspritee]. "Awww. Is little Y/N embarrassed?" He teased you. You don't know where the sudden surge of confidence came from but your head shot up and you retorted, "I'm not little, you vertically challenged human being."

He narrowed his eyes at you. "My name is Jimin." Then he tilted his head and smiled. "But you weren't calling me that either last night." Your eyes widened and you hesitantly asked, "W-what did I call you last night?" He studied your cautious expression for a moment before smirking mischievously. "Something along the lines of 'daddy,'" he revealed while crossing his arms.

You groaned. "And how did I get your number?" Jimin asked, stroking his non-existent beard, pretending to be deep in thought. "If I remember correctly.... you were threatening [THREATING] to kidnap me if I didn't give you my num-"

"Jimin stop," you whined. The blue haired boy didn't get a chance to reply as a familiar song began to blast from the speakers. "Let's fall in love for the night and forget it in the morning~" Jimin sang along with the song. His vocals stunned you and the lyrics were not helping in the slightest. He hummed to the song while swaying in his seat. "Why don't you sing along too?" He asked.

You immediately shook your head. "I have a sore throat sorry."

"Hmm... the way you screamed your intestines out last night I wouldn't be surprised," he said, nodding to himself.

Just when I think he was going to be nice for once-

You opened your mouth to reply when, out-of-the-blue, Jimin suddenly shouted, "Am-oo-uh!" You flinched. "What?" You asked. "I got lost," he frowned. You tilted your head, "Where?" He pointed to your eyes and gave you a cheeky smile, "There."

You frowned, "In my ominous eye?" The smug look of satisfaction on Jimin's face was replaced by confusion. "What?" He raised his eyebrows. "Forget it because you wouldn't get it," you shrugged him off, flipping your hair.

"You didn't get what I said either but okay. Anyways, let's order something to drink," he said, resting his elbow on the table and looking through the menu. As a waiter came, Jimin gestured for you to order first. "I'd like a Caramel frappe," you told the waiter.

Jimin turned to place his order. "I'd like a Cho-" He stopped, an evil smile creeping across his face. He cleared his throat, "Actually I would like a bottle of soju." Your head snapped to look at him.

"What? This could be a good opportunity for you to pay me back. Please take good care of me," he grinned cheekily. You tried to keep your calm and the moment seemed to last forever. "I want one too. Tequila? Blue Lagoon? OOoO... vodka!" You decided, snapping your fingers.

You turned to place your order but the waiter was gone. Jimin frowned at your astonished form. "The alcohol is for me. Not you. You can have your CARAMEL FRAPPE," he said, pulling your hands down. Oof damn those soft hands.

"Uh huh. Who said I'm gonna give you a piggy back ride home when you get drunk?" You squinted your eyes at him. At your words, Jimin leaned forward and put his elbows on the table, as if he was interested in the topic. Which he probably was.

"Sweetheart, do you really think I'm going to be that easy to handle when I'm drunk?" His lips quirked up in amusement. "Well... what's the worst you can do while drunk? Jump in front of a running car? You guessed, only to find him smirking at your attempt. "Well for starters-"

"Okay you know what? I don't want to hear whatever dirty scenario you're cooking up in your dirty mind,," you covered your ears. Jimin scoffed. "I didn't even say anything. You were the one thinking dirty." Then he leaned forward once again. "But when I get drunk, my mind drifts towards dark, candle-lit rooms and-"

"So you feel like getting a massage [MESSAGE @afardavinci] when you're drunk? Figures." You shrugged. Jimin let out a deep breathe, clearly frustrated with you. "Can you let me finish my sentences even once?" He emphasised the last two words.

"What to do? You keep beating around the bush. What dark rooms and bleh bleh bleh? Just man up and say that you have chances to rape me," you said with a shrug making Jimin's jaw drop to the floor. He stared at you weirdly and you squirmed uneasily in your seat under his intense gaze.

"What?" You finally asked. He shook his head and mumbled, "And I thought you were weird and blind enough when you are drunk." You became confused at his words. "Blind?" You voiced your confusion. "I can see very well thank you," you crossed your arms defensively.

He leaned forward on his elbows once more, and tilted his head. "And what can you see?" He askes in his deep voice. "W-what?" You were taken aback at the sudden closeness and question. He tsked. "You're too dumb and too blind. Why do I even bother with you?" He sighed.

"Excuse me?" You felt offended. "What is it that I can't see?"

Jimin looked at you with a serious face. "You can't see that I like you."

☻THE END☻