Physical Reasons || P.JM ✔

28 | Use A Cup

It didn't take you long to fall asleep. You did a few school assignments and went to sleep in your bed, your phone still sitting untouched on the couch. Somehow you managed not to call Jimin and say anything you were going to regret.

Your phone being out of your reach wasn't all good, though. Yes, you couldn't call Jimin, but you also couldn't answer the phone. Which means that you had missed four calls from Taehyung, all trying to warn you about what was going to happen. 

The numbers on your alarm clock read 3:37 when there was a sharp rapping on your front door. There was a few second pause before another knock rang through the house. 

This one woke you up.

You kicked the covers off and stumbled out of bed, bleary eyed. You rubbed your face and walked to the door. 

You opened the door and were greeted by Jimin, falling past you into your house.

"Jimin?" you said, fully awake now. "What the hell?"

"I just came to say hiiiii," he slurred. You noticed he was clutching a bottle of alcohol in his hand like it was the last thing keeping him alive. 

You rolled your eyes, slamming the door behind him. 

"Get up," you got flashbacks to when Taehyung had done the same thing as you dragged Jimin to his feet and deposited him onto the couch. 

"You can't do this, Jimin," you groaned. You tried to pry the bottle from his hand, but he ignored you, brushing your hand off like it was nothing. He took another long swig and giggled. 

"I'm not doing anything. I'm just visiting you," he slid off the couch and back onto the floor. You rolled your eyes again and stared at him, chewing your lip. He was oblivious to your gaze.

The smart thing to do in this situation would be to call Taehyung. But there was a small part of you, a part that seemed hell bent on destroying you, that wanted Jimin to stay. That wanted to drink the liquor with him and let it wash you away, and stay with him until the morning, too drunk to worry about anything.

You sighed, strolling into the kitchen and slowly pulling two glasses off the shelf.

"At least be civil and use a cup," you told him as you sank onto the floor next to him.

He looked at you gleefully, like he didn't have a problem in the world, and you wanted to cry. The whole time you'd known him he'd been sad. He was funny and sweet and charming, but he was always so hurt. Seeing him this relaxed, this unburdened and childishly happy, made you want to see him smile like this for the rest of your life.

You poured some of the alcohol into each of the cups, he let you pry the bottle from his hands this time. You gulped down the hard liquor, it stinging your throat the whole way down. He didn't even flinch as he took another swig.

"Why are you here, Jiminie?" you asked, your voice close to breaking. 

He didn't notice as he answered, "I missed you," he slurred, "I wanted to see you."

You huffed, taking another long drink.

"You said you didn't want to see me," you reminded him, arching your eyebrow. He wasn't going to remember any of this in the morning, so there was no point trying to be nice. 

He giggled, "Did I? I didn't mean that. I'm really fucking stupid sometimes."

You knew he wouldn't feel the same way in the morning, when he had slept and the alcohol had left his system. 

"Isn't Tae going to want to know where you are?" you asked, changing the subject, "Since you're staying with him?"

Jimin waved his hand, his face going sour for a few moments, "Kim Taehyung doesn't give a shit about me."

"That's not true," you immediately said, "You know that's not true." Jimin rolled his eyes and downed the rest of his drink, quickly pouring himself another glass. You did the same, not feeling the effects of the alcohol yet, despite how badly you wanted to.

"You're so beautiful," Jimin whispered, giving you a tiny smile. He brought his hand up clumsily to cup your cheek, staring affectionately into your eyes. You felt his thumb graze your cheek gently.

You jerked your head away from him and stood up abruptly, grabbing both of the glasses and the bottle of liquor. You stormed to the kitchen, throwing the bottle into the freezer and tossing the glasses into the sink with a clang. You could feel your eyes getting watery, and you pressed your palms into your face to keep the tears from spilling over.

"No more alcohol," you said, walking quickly to stand in front of Jimin, "You need to go to sleep so you can go back to staying away from me when you're sober in the morning."

He giggled, "Only if I can sleep in your bed," he suggested, but his eyes were already starting to fall closed. 

"No," you said firmly, "You're sleeping on the damn couch."

He huffed, letting you drag him onto the sofa. This time he didn't sink back onto the ground, he just looked up at you with pouty eyes. You grabbed a blanket and threw it over him. He didn't bother to protest, just grabbed the blanket and wrapped it tightly around himself.

You looked down at him, curled up on your couch like a child, his face smooth and more relaxed than you'd ever seen him. Unable to help yourself, you gently pushed a lock of his hair from out of his face. 

"Goodnight, Jimin," you said softly, pressing your lips to his head. 

"Goodnight," he replied, his voice a tiny whisper. He was already almost unconscious, but you locked the front door and dead bolted it, just in case he decided to try to leave while in his current state.

You padded back into your bedroom, closing the door behind you so you couldn't hear his tiny, soft snores. 

You climbed into bed, your back pressed to the headboard. You pulled your knees to your chest, burying your head in your arms.

And you finally let the tears fall.