cigarette ;; DISCONTINUED

thirty-two

32: Sober thoughts,
drunken words

Chaeyoung pov
"I can't just ring the doorbell like that, can I?"

"But we also can't just stand here all night so just do it", I mumbled as I watched Jennie slowly lifting her hand to press the little button.

Together we waited for someone to open the door but nothing happened. She rang again and once again nothing.

"Maybe they're not here", she mumbled.

"But Jungkook said they are and I'm not going back before talking or at least seeing him." My voice was harsh as I pressed the doorbell rapidly.

Jennie and I had decided to talk to Taehyung and Jimin at Aurora but were left dumbfounded when Namjoon told us they didn't tag along.

Asking around, we then found out that they had decided to crash at Taehyung's apartment to do whatever.

Even though it might have been a stupid idea to just get in the next cab and get here, I just couldn't stand being left in the unknown.

It almost had been a month since I've last seen Jimin and the last time we had talked was when he drove me home in the early morning, saying nothing more than a simple "See you".

And since I had been so hungover, the only memory I had from that night was him saying that I was his and his only.

Due to them being overseas I had a lot of time to think about what exactly I should be saying to him now.

Just when my finger left the doorbell, the door swung open and a messy-haired Jimin stood in front of us.

His shirt was all the way unbuttoned and he reeked of alcohol.

"Oh, Chaeyoung-ah", he said, before throwing himself into my arms.

The stench of alcohol rose up into my nose as I held him so he wouldn't fall.

"Uhh, I'm gonna leave you two alone for now", Jennie grimaced before walking into the apartment, searching for Taehyung.

I felt his breath in my neck as his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Hmm, you smell so good, baby. But Ion like your dress", he babbled and put one hand protectively over my ass, "What if a pervert tries to look at your panty?!"

Like a toddler, he was clinging onto me as I stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind us with my foot.

Everything was a mess. There were liquor bottles laying on the ground, along with pillows and clothes. It looked like they had a pillow fight right before we came.

I couldn't tell where Jennie and Taehyung were and since I didn't want to disturb them, I let go of Jimin and gently pushed him down onto the couch.

With a giggle he just laid there, watching me putting away the empty and half-full bottles. I walked into the kitchen and placed the bottles on the counter.

Just when I was about to leave again, I noticed a small box laying right next to two lighters.

"Chaeyoung-ah, I need to- the bathroom", Jimin whined from the living room before I could even take a second look at it.

Putting my hair into a low ponytail I walked back to him and helped him get up.

"Show me where the bathroom is."

Pointing at a wooden door, the two of us stumbled to it and just when I had opened it, he rushed to the toilet, throwing up.

Patting his back, I crouched down next to him, having to look away as the puked out what seemed to be his whole dinner.

After he was done, I flushed the toilet and got him a glass of water.

"Are you feeling better now?", I asked as I sat down next to him, feeling the cold tile wall against my back.

"With you being here, I do."

He closed his eyes and slowly slid to the side until his head was resting on my shoulder. We said nothing as the sound of our breathing alone filled the space around us.

His head was getting heavier and heavier each second but I didn't say anything because I knew that he was probably feeling like shit.

"It's not even past midnight and you're already drunk as hell", I quietly muttered.

The weight on my shoulder was lifted when Jimin stood up, holding onto the wall so he wouldn't fall over.

"I'm not drunk, officer. I am a hun- a hundred percent sober. Tonight."

He then giggled as he looked down at me before sitting down at the edge of the bathtub. His shirt was still unbuttoned so I had the perfect view on his ripped abdomen.

"Do you wanna fuck?"

My eyes widened at his words while a sly smile grew on his face. I couldn't believe that he still managed to fluster me even in his drunken state.

"Maybe some other time", I replied. Jimin once again started to giggle cutely, hiding his face behind his hands.

"Then why did you came here?", he asked, brushing through his hair.

"I wanted to talk to you but you're not in the right mind to answer any of my questions", I sighed, "So, in the end, it doesn't really matter, does it?"

Looking at me with a lopsided grin, he held out his hand for me to take and whispered a small "C'mere".

I stood up and sat down beside him, placing my hands in my lap so my dress wouldn't slide up.

"Did I anger you?", he carefully asked when I finally looked at him again. I shook my head.

"Then why do you look so disappointed?" His voice was sad but I knew that he was only acting like this because of the alcohol in his system.

If it weren't for him being drunk, he probably would have pinned me against the nearest wall, saying that I should tell him what was going on in my head.

"Do you remember what you said to me the last time we saw each other?", I asked instead of answering his question.

After he thought about it for a minute he nodded.

"Back then... did you mean it? Or did you - I don't know - just say that so I would stay away from other men?"

His hand crept to mine, tangling our fingers. His eyes were staring at me, almost hypnotizing me. Just when I was about to get lost in the hues of his dark brown eyes, he responded.

"I'm so fucking drunk right now. But when I think about what I said to you back then, I still feel the same. Even- even though I feel intoxitated- intoci- in-"

"Intoxicated", I helped him find his words.

"Yes, right. Even though I feel like that, I still want the same as when I would be sober. No other man should touch or look at you, I don't like it. I want you to have eyes for only me", he smiled from ear to ear, "Does that sound weird?"

"Not one bit", I replied chuckling. We once again went silent as we just stared into each other's eyes.

It was just him and me. Just eyes, no words.

My once so clouded mind, was finally empty as I was satisfied with the way things had played out.

"Can I kiss you?", Jimin asked but I shook my head, gently brushing some of his strands out of his face.

"You were literally throwing up ten minutes ago, so I'd rather not."

His lips pursed into a pout. "Now I'm sad."

"Don't be. I'm sure you'll get plenty of opportunities to kiss me from now on."

He chuckled, as he pulled me closer so he could rest his head on my shoulder again. I closed my eyes as I felt his warm hand rest on my thigh, squeezing it lightly.

"You're mine, Chaeyoung. Only mine."