Physical Reasons || P.JM ✔

33 | The Wrong Idea

You woke up the next morning, your head throbbing slightly. You could feel the tile pressing harshly into your already aching head. Taehyung's arm was wrapped securely around your waist, and your head was nestled in his neck. You let your eyes drift shut again, not wanting to get up. You felt warm. And safe. Safer than you had felt since last time you were with—

No. For once, you weren't going to think his name. You had Jungkook, and now you had Taehyung. You didn't need him. And he had made it very clear he didn't need you. 

"Mmpf," Taehyung grunted, shifting slightly. He opened his eyes, looking around before they landed on you. "Morning," he said, a smile slowly spreading across his face.

"Morning," you replied with a smile, "Thanks for letting me stay the night."

"Of course," he said, "It was nice to cuddle with someone non romantically."

You laughed, glad he wasn't being weird after last night. You were drunk enough to be giggly and unrestrained, but not drunk enough to forget what happened. 

"Sorry if I.." he pulled his arm off of you, leaving your waist chilly in the draft of his house.

"No, you didn't," you assured him, "It was nice. You're really warm," Tae laughed.

Suddenly, you heard keys jiggling in the lock. Taehyung's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and you sat up on your elbows slowly, staring at the doorknob jiggle. As the door was opening, Tae's eyes widened in realization. He tried to stand up quickly, but wasn't fast enough, and he fell back down onto the floor next to you.

Jimin walked in the door, closing it behind him. He turned around and froze when he saw the two of you still partially curled up on the floor. You jumped to your feet, smoothing your shirt down.

"Hey, Jimin, I—" Taehyung started to explain, but Jimin cut him off.

"Sorry, I didn't know you had someone over," Jimin said to Tae. He stared at Taehyung determinedly, not even looking at you. His face was composed, his voice casual, but you glanced down and saw his hands shaking. 

"Jimin, it's not what you—" you started, but he pretended like you weren't speaking. He kept his eyes on Taehyung as he spoke again.

"I just wanted to come grab my laptop. I left it here. But I'll just come back later," he turned to leave as you and Tae stood there, shocked and not knowing what to say. Jimin spared one glance at you over his shoulder before he left. His eyes locked with yours, one look full of anger and hurt, his eyes glistening with pain.

"Jimin," you whispered, your voice pleading. But there was no point. The door slammed behind him.

You started towards the door, determined to follow him and explain what happened and kiss him and make everything better. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts by Taehyung's hand on your wrist. He pulled you to face him.