| Min Yoo Hee |

I woke up in despair. My head pounding so fucking hard as I groan.

"Fuck it." I whisper. I squinted my eyes.

What happened last nig—

My eyes caught a figure laying on the sofa on my left side of bed. I sit upright.

Jimin? What is he—

I sighed. I guess, I remember it now.

Jungkook's house, wedding card, the club, drunk, and...

"I wanna kill him, Jimin. I wanna kill Jeon Jungkook."

I massage my forehead in embarrassment. This is always me whenever I'm drunk. I can remember everything. I am conscious but I let the alcohol control me.

I grab my phone and check on the time.

8.45 am.

Ugh, it's still too early.

But I can't sleep back.

I shall wash up and prepare some breakfast for that little shit. I don't know how is he in the morning. Better prepare something than having him nag for being hungry.

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I got washed up and everything. Preparing the breakfast is done too. Now waking up that kid.

Wait, am I his mom or what? Pft.

I place the plates on the countertop and suddenly I heard a yawn. I look up. Only to see an embarrassing sight.

I rolled my eyes.

"Where's your pants?" I asked.

Did he just sleep with only a tight boxer on? I can almost see his dick. What the—?!

"You threw up on my pants. What am I supposed to do? Sleep with it? Pft." He nagged as he pull his oversized blouse down to cover up his crotch.

"I don't know where did you get the confidence to show me your small dick." I mutter as I watched him sit across me.

"It wasn't small if you look at it carefully." He casually said as he took a toast and eat it.

"You are.... unbelievable." I sighed as I pour him some hot coffee. "At least cover up with a towel or something." I said.

"I am wearing a boxer. Not naked." He argue, glaring at me so hard.

"Whatever, kid. Eat up, hm." I defeated.

"Anyway, you have nice thighs." I praised as I munch on my toast. He legit roll his eyes on me and keep on eating.

"You have any plans today?" I asked.

"Yes. Fucking my life up with you in this curse land." He deadpan.

"You hate me that much, huh."

"I can't do anything other than that. You have me stuck with you after all." He muttered as he sip on the coffee.

Just when I was about to say something, someone knock on my door.

"I'll get it." Jimin said. I roll my eyes.

"With that boxer? No. Sit here and eat." I got off my seat and went to see the creature who interrupted my peaceful morning.

I opened the door. "Yes?" I mutter. But I regret it immediately.

"Min Yoo Hee." He called.

I mentally cursed him for coming in such a wrong time. He is always in the wrong time.

"Who's that?" I heard Jimin's voice behind and a shock face appear in front of me.

"What the fuck?! Yoo Hee!"

I shut my eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.

A never ending explanation for Min Yoongi, once again.

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"So you start to fuck him up?" Yoongi asked, watching me finding a decent pants for Jimin in my room.

Jimin was just there sitting on my bed as if he was in fault. Being investigated by the holy Min Yoongi.

"No, hyu— No, I mean, mister. We are nothing. Just friends." Jimin explained, flustered.

"Friends? That doesn't seem right to me. With you wearing like that, I bet you fucked my sister very good last night." He snapped.

"Jimin, can you get out for awhile?" I ordered.

He immediately went out and close the door. I glare at my brother.

"What are you doing?" I snapped.

"What? I was just interpreting a fact."

"What fucking fact, bruh? He is just a friend!" I snapped once again.

"Look, I know you're still upset with what happened. But one night stand isn't the answer." He stood up. "That guy out there is innocent. Don't drag other people into your mess."

I chuckle at his unrealistic fact. "Mess? Yes, I'm a mess! Everything is a mess. And you know what, this whole fucking bullshit happened because of his girlfriend fucking Jeon Jungkook!" I yelled.

"You think I want all this?! You think I like being with any other guy other than Jungkook?" I throw the shirt in my hands. "I don't! I fucking don't!"

Yoongi was taken aback. But that doesn't stop me from getting mad.

"That guy out there is Park Jimin. And he is the one who helped me to get through all this bullshit even when his girlfriend got fucked up by that Jungkook bastard!" My chest heave up and down out of anger.

"I would have killed myself if it wasn't for him." I snap. "Be thankful!" I said as I grab a sweats and an oversized shirt.

"Just get your ass out of here, Min Yoongi." I said as left him in the room, regretting his decision for picking me up in a wrong way.

I shut the door and saw Jimin, sitting on the sofa looking all guilty in his face as he stared at me. I sighed. He is not in fault. He was just helping me and himself to move on.

"Is everything okay?" He asked in guilty.

I sighed and went to him, sitting beside him but he move away little farther from me which made me a little disappointed. 

"I'm sorry, Jimin. It's all my fault." I said, sighing heavily as I look away. "I shouldn't have drag you here."

And I think he felt guilty that he move a little closer to me and hold my hand. "We're in this together. No one's at fault." He assured.

I tilted my head to him and flash a small smile. "It's not that bad, right?" He asked.

I sighed once again and stared at my room door. "Well, it's Min Yoongi after all." I said as I look at him. "He just don't understand me at all."

Jimin chuckle silently at me and casually lean his head on my shoulder. "You know, I've always been dreaming to have a sister." He mutter, caressing my hand gently. "I'm glad I met you."

I chuckle. "Cute." I teased. He let out the the most adorable angelic giggle I've ever heard afterwards and I feel so happy and calm. He's so pure. How can that bitch hurt him? I can't even pinch him or say 'I hate him.' 

Suddenly, my room door creak open. Revealing my beloved grumpy brother. I look over him as he was staring at us. "What? Got something to say?" I snapped.

I could feel Jimin grasped my hand tighter and I could sense his fear as Yoongi were staring at us intensely.

"Clean up the mess properly, Hee." He sighed as he draw his steps to the door. "Stop fucking up your life with that bastard." and he left, slamming the door.

I sighed as I look over Jimin. Once again, he look a bit disappointed in himself. "Why?" I asked, concerned.

He shook his head lightly. I heave out  a sigh. "He wasn't talking about you. Chill." I assured.

He then left a smile at me and stand up. "Um, what about my..." He point at his bare thighs. "... pants?" 

"Yeah, right!" I roll my eyes and stand up, drawing my steps to my room but I stopped midway and turn to him. "Can't you just stay like that? You look sexy." I winked.

He grabbed a pillow on the sofa and throw it at me but I quickly dodged. "Loser!" I chuckled.

"Pervert!" He exclaimed. 

I then left to find him a pants. Thinking about this, he's actually better than Jungkook. At least he knows how to have fun and is cute too. Sexy too.

I was smiling at myself thinking about how sexy Jimin's thighs is. But Jungkook had a toned thighs too. I think I have a thing for thighs though.

I was lost in my thought when suddenly someone ring my bell. "I'll get it!" I heard Jimin's voice as footsteps getting farther tp the main door. But then, something hit me.

He doesn't wear any shit on! Fuck!

I quickly run out of my room. "Jimin, wait!" But I was too late.

He opened the door way before I could get out of my room. My eyes widened to see who's there.

Jeon Jungkook.

To Be Continued