Untitled, 2018

Chapter 47: What Feels Right

A/N: I wish all my chapters were like this hah 👀👀
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Riti

Watching my drunk man try to slightly slur his way through cute things he said and listening to his twinkling laugh at everything was a treat in itself. As the evening wore on, I'd exchanged LINE profiles with the whole party, and we chatted about nothing and everything. I found out some pretty embarrassing stories about the boys and had to share some of mine.

Every time Jimin spoke, I couldn't help but gaze at him like he owned my heart. Once the chatter got more mellow and deep, I only half-listened, because I was full-bellied and completely distracted by every move Jimin made. The drunk, deep conversation hours were his, and he had such interesting things to say with his cute, serious face.

At one point, I had my head resting on my hand with my elbows propping me up, watching Jimin ruffle his blue hair, when his eyes met mine. His eyelids drooped a little and he raised his eyebrows, looking awfully seductive as he asked: What is it? with his expression.
I shook my head with a smile. Nothing. I continued gazing at him, and he kept his eyes locked with mine. I tried to memorize the way his eyes looked when they blinked, when they creased up with a smile, when his eyelids fluttered because of how tired he was. There were a million thoughts racing across my mind and yet I was thinking nothing. It really did feel like it was just him and me there.

I nudged his foot with mine. Why are you looking at me?
He brushed his foot against mine again and intertwined our feet. He leaned in and shrugged with his raised brows. Why not?

It was a moment in which I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not, but once I determined I wasn't, I got flustered and tried to pull my feet away, but he didn't let me. One of his classic melodic laughs rang out when I got more flustered and pouted at him. I hoped the others didn't notice us messing around like this. His eyes were but crescent moons and I was entranced.

Before the party ended, I got up to go to the restroom before I had to leave, and a little later Jimin followed me. As I walked out of the stall, a very drunk Jimin stood leaning against the back of the bathroom door, grinning at me goofily. I washed my hands and laughed. "Wrong bathroom, Jiminnie."
He just turned to look at me through the mirror. "I'm tired."
I leaned on the other end of the wall, smiling at him.
He sauntered closer to me and reached his hand out. I held it lightly.
"You look sad, Riti."
I shook my head. "What? I'm not sad. I like you guys. I'm here with you all."
He pouted. "You're here with me. Do you like me?"
I rolled my eyes. "Yea of course I do. Now let's get going."

I put a hand around his shoulder to turn him around. He quickly snaked his arm around my waist and put his chin on my shoulder, refusing to budge.

"Jimin, what if someone comes and sees you messing around in the women's restroom?"

He pushed his face closer to mine and gasped, "You're wearing the necklace!" My hand instinctively went up to touch the pendant he'd given me as a present. I whispered back, "W-Well of course, I..."
He wrapped his other arm around me in a close hug to shut me up. He lazily said, "Just... one minute." I sighed and stayed as I was, a huggable body enveloped in his arms. With my face squished against his hair, I couldn't help but feel a flush rise to my cheeks.
I muttered under my breath, "Here I am, getting drunk on you."

His hold on me tightened and I felt his breath tickling my neck, making me squirm. His hot breath got closer to my ear, and my heart started beating faster...

He made the contact and put his soft puckered lips to my neck, and I stood frozen in surprise. I don't blush, but if I could I would be red as a beet. I probably should have been saying something to protest, but I didn't necessarily want him to stop. In the back of my head a voice was telling me, Stop freaking out! You've seen him! He's a king of skinship. He's probably pecked all his friends on their neck before or something...
The freak-out part of my brain was like This is not a peck this is not a peck this is not—

He breathed into his kiss, only to pull away and move up my neck and bury his lips in again, rougher.
I squeaked and grabbed Jimin's jacket, not sure what felt so good or why he was doing this. His uneven breathing and lips felt like a 500 volt shock to my skin; My whole body was tingling, and my heart was leaping and bounding out of my chest.

This isn't right.

I took a shaky breath and moved my head to turn and look at him, breaking the contact. His eyelids were drooping and he had a dangerously tempting look in his eyes. But despite it all, he really did look tired.
"Jimin," I said to him softly. "You're drunk."
He nodded with a content smile on his face, and I almost melted in his hug. I laughed.

Here I am, freaking out, but Jimin is behaving like an innocent kid, too drunk to know what he's doing. I wrapped my arms around him in a tight hug and he did the same, and we stayed like that, giggling like children for a long time before I realized people were probably wondering what the hell happened to us.

This time, using a little more of my strength, I pulled an almost-falling-asleep Jimin along with me, his arm around me for support. As soon as Hoseok spotted us he tsk'd aloud and came over to help me get him to a chair.
"I found him dozing off outside the bathrooms," I lied.
"He doesn't usually get this drunk," Hoseok responded with a chuckle. He himself looked rather tipsy. Jungkook walked over to the mess of the boys I was with and shook his head disapprovingly. We both held onto one boy to lead them to the car outside. Jimin held up a peace sign and duck lips before laughing aloud and waving goodnight to me. I blew a kiss in his direction and he pretended to catch it. Ugh. I'm enamored.

Taehyung and Yoongi got into the other car with me to accompany me home and wake me up from this dream I was sailing in.