BTS Imagines

Jimin ♥︎ Drunk Confession Pt. 2

"I'm fine." You insisted, words slurred from alcohol and exhaustion. "So, go home or go back to your perfect, talented girlfriend. I don't care. Just leave me alone."

"You're not fine, Y/N. You're bleeding."

Jimin turned around and carefully lowered you from his back and onto your bathroom countertop. You winced a little at the new angle your scraped knees were forced to bend. It hurt, but truthfully your pride felt far more wounded than your flesh.

After dramatically storming off half an hour ago, you had barely made it ten feet before you tripped and collapsed on the ground weeping, forcing Jimin to snap out of his trance, rush to your side, and carry you home. You complained and cried the entire way, but he had remained silent, seemingly lost in his own thoughts about your drunken confession/tantrum.

"Stop caring." You whined, lightly kicking at Jimin's bent back as he crouched on the ground beside you looking for the first aid kit under your sink.

"Quit it." He mumbled dismissively, too focused on digging through all the other junk you kept in the storage space.

Still, your feet persisted, provoking him to release a quiet growl of annoyance and wrap an arm around your ankles to secure them beside his torso so that he could continue his search in peace. Though you were the one being a pest, his actions made you scowl. "Let go."

Jimin shook his head, not bothering to look up. You continued trying to wiggle your feet out of his grasp, but the endeavor was unsuccessful until he finally found the kit and released his confining grip so that he could stand and wash his hands.

"I can do that myself." You said, watching as he began pouring some rubbing alcohol on a cotton ball.   

Jimin ignored your bitter ramblings and stepped in front of you. "This is going to sting a little." He warned.

"Whatev – OUCH!" You screeched, flinching away.

"I'm sorry." He muttered, placing a hand under your right calf to hold you in place. "Just a few seconds for each knee. I know it hurts, but we don't want it to get infected, okay?"

You pouted with displeasure but nodded anyways, giving him the go-ahead. As he brought the cotton ball back down to your scrape, he gently stroked the side of your calf with his thumb in an attempt to distract you from the pain. You bit your lip, whimpering slightly at the stinging sensation but didn't pull away this time.

Jimin did the same for the other knee before walking back to the first aid kit where you found yourself staring at him. You couldn't help but admire how kind your best friend was, not to mention handsome. But only seconds into that thought, you were reminded of the fact that he probably wasn't your best friend anymore. He just felt obligated to take care of you for tonight, and after that, he'd never want to see you again. But even if you hadn't made such a dramatic declaration of your feelings, he was going to slowly pull away from you anyways after getting a girlfriend. What difference did it make if you just went ahead and pushed him away now?

"Give me that." You demanded, snatching the antibiotic ointment right out of Jimin's hand as he started to approach you. "I'll do the rest on my own." 

Jimin looked down and pinched the bridge of his nose, losing patience. "Stop being like this, Y/N." He begged. "You can't even walk, let alone properly clean a wound."