BTS MAKNAE LINE ONESHOTS

Jimin-Wish You Were Sober

A/N: *inspired by conan gray's song ofc :))

It's been a while since I've updated. I hope you all are safe and healthy in this unsettling situation right now. Let's all hope the world recovers from this virus very soon.

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"Cheers!" Your boss happily shouted, the sound of clinks resonating the room. After successful promotions of the company, your boss decided to throw a celebratory night for all his employees. You set down your spoon, wiping your mouth with a handkerchief, finished with your dinner.

Before this dinner even happened, you felt a little anxious. You initially walked into the restaurant alone, but as soon as you sat down, your coworker Jimin sat down right next to you. He gave you a sweet smile, but out of all the seats, why couldn't he have sat somewhere else? Despite the somewhat strong bond you two had, it pained you to think about how you could never have him as a romantic partner.

He was a flirtatious man, indeed, yet his way of flirting caught you off guard. It didn't feel like hints directed to you because he did it to others too. Ever since he caught your eye on the second week of his employment, it had already been a workload to push your feelings away.

Jimin whipped his head towards you, raising his glass, wanting to do a single cheer with you. You chuckled nonetheless, lifting yourself from the chair and grabbing your cup, doing so. You watched his lips meet the rim of the glass as the dark red wine flowed down his throat smoothly. Just how was he such a good drinker?

The man smacked his lips together, setting the now empty glass on the table. He turned to you who was still staring at him in shock. You immediately turn away to your plate. Your cheeks burned up a little, feeling embarrassed that he caught you. "Impressed?" He teasingly asked, nudging his shoulder against yours.

The slightest touch from him was enough to ignite your heart, and you hated how easily he could break down your walls. You rolled your eyes playfully, "Bet you can't drink the whole bottle." You chimed, crossing your arms. In response, he drew a smirk that you only wanted to wipe off. "Is that a challenge, Y/N?" He lowly asked, inching closer to you, which caused an unsettling feeling. You slowly nod, retracting your head further back to your seat.

So of course, the entire night, he had several shots of wine, making his complexion as a red as a tomato. When he finished 75% of the bottle, he looked like he was on the brink of passing out, which worried you and made you regret to ever have made him do this. You took the bottle from his grip, moving it back onto the lazy Susan, rotating it far away from him.

Amongst the loud commotions happening between your other coworkers, it seemed like everyone was engrossed in their own conversations that nobody had even noticed Jimin was drunk.

"Y-You're gonna m-make me lose." He said, hiccuping a little, pushing your arm away lazily. You held his hands down, "You won, already okay? Stop drinking. You've had too much tonight." You frowned, seeing him laugh while laying his head on the seat.

"Nooo, I need to finish." He whined, closing his eyes and jutting out his lower lips to create a giant pout. You sighed, "No. I said you won already." His eyes flickered open, staring deeply into yours, "What's my prize?"

"You want a cookie?" You jokingly asked, pointing to a plate of treats on the table. He grabbed your hand, "No, I want a kiss." He smirks, inching closer to your lips. You gasp, pushing his face away. His words stirred your stomach in ways where butterflies flapped freely. In embarrassment, a slight shade of pink spreads across your cheeks, matching his own drunk complexion.

"You're not gonna give me it?" He whined, his bottom lip jutting out again. You scoffed, "It's not like you really want it." You say barely above a whisper. "C'mon, just one." He cooed again, tugging on your sleeve.