Physical Reasons || P.JM ✔

02 | Good Morning

You woke up the next morning a little sore and with a hangover. It wasn't an awful one, you hadn't been drinking that much, but your head still ached. You looked over to see Jimin curled up on his side of the bed, still fast asleep. 

You got up quietly and slipped your panties and shirt back on. You padded to the bathroom and took a tylenol. Looking in the mirror, you had to admit you looked kind of like a mess. You wiped the smeared mascara from under your eyes and the lipstick off your chin. 

As you came back out of the bathroom brushing your hair, you saw Jimin had sat up and was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his boxers and pants up.

"Sorry if I woke you," you said, "I tried to be quiet."

"Nah," he said dismissively as he pulled his socks on, "I needed to get up anyway."

He came into the bathroom behind you and laughed a little bit at the lipstick on his neck.

"Damn," he said, "You're pretty thorough, aren't you?"

You laughed, still brushing the tangles out of your hair. "If you've got lipstick smeared on your neck, I don't even want to know how much you have smeared around your-" He cut you off with a loud laugh before wiping the dark pink marks off his skin.

He walked back into the bedroom and put his shoes on, still not wearing a shirt. You skimmed his body with your eyes, the lack of alcohol in your system not making him any less hot. He caught you looking and turned away from you, and you went back to the bathroom, flustered. 

"I'm going to get breakfast," you said, pulling your shorts on, "Do you wanna come?"

"I don't wanna have sex again," he said plainly, not looking at you. 

Shocked, you opened your mouth to respond, but no words were coming.

He finally looked up at you and noticed the blank expression on your face. "I mean, it's not that is wasn't good," he assured you, "It was, really good. But I'm hungover, my head kinda hurts. I'm not really in the mood. Sorry." He gave a little shrug.

You was sure he had misheard you, "I said did you wanna go to breakfast...?" you repeated.

"I heard what you said," he said, creasing his eyebrows slightly.

"What does breakfast have to do with that?" You were slightly irritated now, but you didn't let him hear it in your voice. 

"That's pretty much the only reason you would ask me to come with you," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the entire world. "But I don't really want to fuck in the IHop bathroom right now. Maybe another day."

You felt stupid. It was pretty obvious now that he didn't really want to hang out with you, and he only saw you as a one night stand. It was dumb for you to think he would want to be around you if he wasn't drunk or horny. He was too hot for that.