Drunk
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"Just do what you think feels right, that's all," she replied. I sighed. Jimin is really sweet. A gentleman in public but a master in bed. He's everything I could ever ask for and more. I'm really lucky to have him. But recently he's been giving me this weird feeling. My heart palpitates when he's around. Butterflies erupt inside me when we kiss. We've gotten so close. Did I possibly fall for him?! No. There's no way.......right?

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After a half hour there was a knock on the door. "That must be them," I said. I looked through the peep hole and saw Taehyung? I opened the door. "Hey Y/n," he said calmly. Did he know about Jimin and I. I noticed two completely wasted boys on either of his shoulders. "Jungkook, why did you drink so much?" Jieun questioned him. "My head hurts," Jungkook hugged her cutely. "Mmk, lets go, bye Y/n, thanks for tonight it was awesome," she said holding up Jungkook. "No problem get home safe." I said. "Y/nnn....." Jimin whined like and adorable puppy. "Where is she?" He questioned. "I'm right here," I said swinging his arm around my shoulder.

He leaned his head on mine. "Thanks Taehyung," I said. "No problem, I already dropped off Yoongi," he said. "Goodnight Y/n," he looked at me. "Goodnight Taehyung....." I replied.

He soon left and I helped Jimin up the stairs. "Careful," I warmed as he plopped on the bed. His clothes teamed of alcohol. I decided to change him. I was pulling his t-shirt over his head when he stopped me. "No! Stop! I have a wife!" He opposed not recognizing me, due to his alcohol infused brain. "I'm am your wife," I said. "Really?!" He squinted his eyes. "Y/n?" He said and hugged me. "It is you," he pulled me onto him. "Come on let's change...." I said getting off of him.

I soon managed to change his clothes. I smiled at his cute gestures. He didn't know it was me, but he still refused to take off his clothes infront of a girl. I admire his loyalty to me. I laid next to him. "I'm missed you..." he pouted. "I'm never ever ever leaving you again," he squeezed me tightly. I giggled at his cuteness. How could one be so cute yet so dominant. "Don't leave me ok?" He snuggled closer to me. "I won't leave," I softly replied. "Promise?" He asked. "I promise," I smiled. I gazed at his beautiful face. He really takes care of me. Treats me as if I'm his actual wife. Gosh I love him. WHAT? Y/n?! What is wrong with you? You can't love him. He's not your real lover. He's just a husband by documents remember!!! Do I really love him? No. No no no no. My mind must be playing tricks on me. I'm just tired. Right?

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The next morning I awoke to something caressing my cheek. I slowly peeled my eyes open to see him staring right at me. "Good morning...." I grinned. "Morning," he replied still rubbing my chubby cheek. "I see you have your senses back," I replied hugging him. "Yeah, I'm sorry," he apologized. "Sorry for what?" I asked. "I got drunk," he replied. "So? I'm glad you had some fun, you always stress about work, it's good to loosen up once in a while, just don't go too overboard," I said tracing my fingers against his smooth cheek.

"By the way about last night did I say anything........weird?" He asked. "Nope not really, you thought I was someone else though," I replied. "What?" He lifted one eyebrow in confusion. "Yeah," I replied. "How could I not know my own wife?" He questioned hugging me. "My beautiful, wife......" he spoke softly gazing into my eyes.