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hey guys, i was going to put this book on hold for awhile to focus on my other projects but after so many request to update this book, i did.
i'm also not gonna have a lot of jimin pov chapters so please enjoy this one.
sorry for grammar mistakes. it's literally 3am and i can barely see a thing. -
Jimin's pov
Y/n was completely wasted and falling on her ass by the time I gathered her shit from the house and closed the front door. Everybody's eyes were on me when I announced I would be taking her home, especially Ara and Bom. Tae also get pestering me with questions.
I had a feeling everyone there would most likely tell Bae I kissed Y/n tonight too. Fucking hell I kissed her. I don't know how or why I decided to kiss her in there but I couldn't stop thinking about how good she looked in her work uniform.
Bae was going to pissed.
The one social event she misses and I'm already making out with two girls under two hours. But she and I were probably going to make up to tomorrow so I shouldn't really even give a damn.
To be honest, I wasn't expecting to see Y/n at all tonight. Frankly, I was surprised she even listened to Jungkook about staying and drinking with us. I heard they both hated other, hell, Y/n hates all my friends...including me buttttt she doesn't hate my perfectly functioning dick though.
I knew Jungkook knew Y/n and I were seeing each other. Well, not really seeing each other but fooling around. He caught me outside with her at the end of summer party he threw a few weeks ago.
Trying to kiss her tonight was his way of getting back at me for keeping the thing between her and I a secret. For fuck sakes, that man makes everything so goddamn complicated for me.
"Holy fuck, Y/n!"
I didn't realize I zoned out until the sound of her horrific coughing and body lurching dragged me away from my thoughts.
I hastily drop her things on the front steps of the house and rush over to her. My fingers knot into her hair and pull the messy strands away from her face so she can puke freely.
Her face is mostly covered by the giant bush to the side and she's groaning like she just stabbed repeatedly. I pull her hair back tighter with one hand and place my other on her back, rubbing circles there. Her bra strap brushes against my palm as I do so.
