𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 | jenmin

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | breakfast.

"ugh fuck, my head hurts." i massaged my head, while getting out of my bed.

i hate hangovers! i swear, i will never drink again.

i raised my brow when i smell something from the kitchen. are my parents home? i thought they will be back next week. weird.

i slowly walked downstairs and followed the smell.

my brows furrowed when i saw a back of a man, cooking something in the kitchen!

"yah, what are you doing?!" i asked, surprised.

"i'm making breakfast, duh." jimin stated the obvious.

"w-what i mean is... what are you doing in my house..."

he bit his lower lip to stop himself from smiling.

"you don't really remember anything Jen? you even puked at me at the bar that's why i took you home but you forced me to stay with you because you were being a crybaby and a scaredy cat." he explained everything, half-laughing.

what? i puked at him?! ew!

"did i... did i do something stupid?" i played with my hands, asking him nervously. please say no! that would be so embarrassing!

jimin just let out a small laugh and placed the food in front of me, i looked at it. wow, he cooks so well. i can't believe he made a hangover breakfast for me.

"bitch, answer me." i glared at him.

he looked at me and smirk. "i'd rather not say."

i pouted and started munching the food. oh my god, it's surprisingly delicious! but of course, i won't praise him.

"jen, does your head still hurts?" jimin asked.

"yeah, a little." i replied. "uh... thanks for this food and for taking care of me last night. sorry for bothering you, you should go now. i can take care of myself."

i don't know what to say more! i'm honestly so embarrassed right now. he stayed and slept here with me?! oh God, i couldn't imagine how he took care of my drunk ass last night.

i immediately looked at jimin with wide eyes when i thought about something.

"what?" he raised a brow.

"you didn't touch me right?! please tell me nothing happened to us last night!" i overreacted. heck, i'm being paranoid!