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55 | mornin' slut

Jimin

Rays of light poke through the curtains of my room and fall straight onto my eyes, taunting me to wake up, but I refuse to succumb to the morning's demands which is why I switch sides then bury my face into a pillow. As I extend my arm under the covers I feel for warm sheets and then a warm body; my eyes open in an instant and I take a sharp intake of breath. I'm shocked to say the least when I see my downstairs neighbor, Beth, sleeping peacefully next to me and that's when it all comes back to me.

I spent the night in her apartment.

Shit.

She's naked under the sheets and so am I and she looks so fucking enticing with her dark disheveled hair, tan skin and rosy cheeks. Knowing what we did last night I had a blast and given all she told me about her situation with her husband, I'm glad to see that she's sleeping calmly for once. I'm not close with her or anything, but all the times I stumbled upon her in the hallway she was always being nice towards me, even when she tried to hide the fact that she was mentally exhausted from all the shit that was going on in her marriage.

Well, her divorce.

I look over at the clock that is standing on her nightstand, it says it's ten am and I cuss under my breath. What day is it?

I locate my clothes in various places within the vicinity of the bedroom, so I finally slide off the sheets to retrieve them. Luckily my boxers are on the foot of the bed, so I snatch them and quickly put them on before quietly making my way towards my jeans and the turtleneck Lexi lent me. As I shuck my jeans on, the belt buckle makes noise, so I pace outside of the room with my shoes in hand in order to not wake Beth up, when I come across a full glance mirror in the hallway. I almost scream at the absolute monstrosity, that is my reflection. I look like I survived a fucking horror movie with all the skull makeup Lexi put on me yesterday, only now it's all smeared across my face and at this point, I look as shitty as I feel.

A headache is playing at the edge of my temples when I make my way out of Beth's apartment, and I fist my hair while a yawn leaves my mouth. I check the date on my phone and thank fuck; it's Sunday. At least I can take the day off to recover from my hangover. I walk upstairs to my floor when I come across Yoongi's apartment. It's been a while since I last saw him, so I'll make sure to pay him a visit later.

The door opens abruptly just when I make it to my apartment and for a moment there I was puzzled, because Yoongi wasn't discharged yet. But then I see her exiting in the doorway, her long blonde hair dangling loosely in waves and the sound of my shoes dropping on the floor are a reminder that I'm currently barefoot in the hallway. She's holding a vacuum cleaner in one hand.

Her breath falters when she sees me, dark pink lips falling agape.

Her twin jades widen in surprise and her lips soon tilt up into a smirk. "Mornin' slut."

"N-Nox, what are you doing here?" I practically stutter. She caught me by surprise first thing in the morning.

She grins. "Don't try to change the subject Seven, I recognize the walk of shame when I see it."

I laugh nervously, "Yeah, it's not what you think Nox."

"Sure." Nox muses with an arched brow, taking slow careful steps towards me. Her fingers trace a spot on my neck when a low laugh escapes her mouth. "Red looks good on you. However, purple isn't a complementary color."

Shit, Beth left hickeys on me.

"So...what were you doing over at Yoongi's apartment?" I ask, desperate for a subject change.