Love Is Not Over {Editing}

Epiphany

Thump! Thump! THUMP!

My eyes shoot open and I lunge forward into a sitting position.

I quickly turn on the bedside lamp.

It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust and gain full vision.

I look around the room and quickly note the source of the commotion. Jimin kneels on the floor with his hand cradling the side of his forehead.

"Oppa? Are you okay?" I mumble sleepily.

I rush towards him and place my hand on his shoulder.

He looks up at me, squinting through bloodshot eyes.

"I- I- throwup," he mutters.

I rush over and drag the wastebasket in front of him.

For the next few minutes, Jimin empties out all of the liquid contents inside his stomach.

I sit beside him, rubbing his back.

After a short while, he stops heaving and lets out a tired groan.

"Fuuuuckkkk I'm still drunk. And myheadhurtssomuch."

"Yeah you had quite the celebration last night, or should I say early this morning."

He looks up at me in surprise, as if noticing my presence for the first time.

"Gongjunim? How... How did I gettaa your place?"

"Actually, this is your apartment."

He narrows his eyes and takes in the surroundings. After a few moments he nods softly in acknowledgment of his belongings.

"Taehyung dropped you off around 4am. You were pretty gone and literally fell asleep standing up while you leaned on me."

He laughs lightly.

"I feel like garbage."

"Yeah it's only 10am right now so I don't think you've sobered up yet. Just stay here okay? I'll go get you some water."

I fill a cup with ice water then walk back in the bedroom.

I hand him the beverage and watch as he drinks it all in one go.

"Jen I'm sorry you have to see me like this" he whispers out.

"Amor, no te preocupes. Don't worry, love. I am honestly relieved that Taehyung brought you back here. I don't like the idea of you being drunk out of your mind on your own. This way I could help you if you woke up in the middle of the night and needed something."

He continues staring off into the distance.

"Let's get you back in bed, you need some rest."

"NoIdon'twantto. I'm comfy here..plus I feel gross. I feel sweaty and icky. And my head's dizzy."

I bite my lip holding back a giggle.

I had never seen Jimin in such a vulnerable and inebriated state. Amusingly adorable does not even begin to describe just how precious he was.

"Well I think I can take care of all the above."

He fixes his gaze on me and his expression softens.

"Jen, do you love me?"

I chortle, taken aback by his sudden outburst.

"With all my heart."

"Then will you do me a favor?"

"Of course Mochi."

"Kiss me."