Bright rays of light slants through the glass walls, hitting Chaeyoung's line of sight perfectly.
She flutters her eyes for a moment, sleep still lacing her eyelids. Her wrist automatically goes to cover them from the sun, seeing as it's been quite a while since she's slept this well and she wants to stay in bed longer.
A sigh escapes her lips, and one of her hand squeezes the pillow around her stomach.
Wow, why is this pillow kind of bony? She thinks as she pulls it tighter.
Only when she hears a muffled groan from behind her neck that her eyes snap open and oh my god. Oh my god.
Oh. My. God.
The memories from last night suddenly floods into her mind. The confrontation, the walk back to her room, her inviting Jimin to bed and holy shit. She slept with Park Jimin.
The Park Jimin, who is currently spooning her into his arms and had his face buried on her neck.
What the fuck.
In panic, Chaeyoung unceremoniously bolts out of bed and runs out of the room, heart pounding and Jimin's scent sticking on her pajamas.
What the fucking hell just happened?
