BTS Imagines 3

Jimin ♡ Drunk Confession

Credits to @please-dont-stop-me for this idea

Word count: 1,967

"Woohoo!" You exclaimed, throwing your hands up in the air.
The music in the club was rather loud, so yelling didn't really matter. Your outbursts of joy were nearly drowned out by the bass, so no one would hear them.
You had been invited to a local nightclub by a few good friends of yours. You didn't usually go to places like the one you were currently in, but you wanted to try and step out of your comfort zone.
"Y/n, you wanna do one more round?" Soonyoung asked.
"Yeah, sure. Let's do one more!"
He waved down the bartender, ordering another round of drinks.

Yuta lifted his glass, prompting you, Soonyoung, and Ryujin to do the same. Your glasses clinked together before you brought yours to your lips, taking a sip.
Soonyoung downed his pretty quickly, his cheeks pink from all the alcohol he consumed.
"Should we go dance?" Ryujin asked.

"I think I'm ready to go home and sleep." You yawned. "It's like... 3 AM."
"Wish I could give you a ride, but I'm totally wasted right now." Chuckled Ryujin.
"That's okay. I know who I can call."
"I bet it's Jimin." Soonyoung giggled.
"Shut up." You whined.
"It is him, isn't it?" Yuta asked.
"Yeah. So what?"
"You like him." Ryujin teased.
"And?"
No one said anything. They just laughed.
You rolled your eyes and pulled your phone out, scrolling through your contacts until you got to Jimin's name, a smile on your face as you tapped on his contact. It rang a couple times before he answered.
"Hello? Y/n?"
"Jiminnn!" You shouted into the phone.
"Where are you?"
"I went out with Soonyoung, Ryujin, and Yuta. I need a ride home."
"Are you at a club?"
"Yyyyyep." You dragged out.
"At least you called me."
"What do you mean? You're like the first person I thought of." You chuckled.
"Which club are you at?"
"The one across the street from that ramen place we like so much."
"Alright, I'll be there as soon as I can."
After getting off the phone, Yuta talked you into dancing a little more. You couldn't say no. After all, you needed something to do while you waited for Jimin.

When Jimin arrived at the club, he found it difficult to spot you. It was dark, the only light coming from the strobe lights flashing around the building. He pushed through the crowd, stopping when he saw you on the dance floor.
"Y/n!" He shouted, waving his arm as he approached you.
It took you a moment to spot him, but when you did, your face lit up.
"Jimin!" You giggled, hurrying over and wrapping your arms around him.
"Hey." He greeted you. "Jeez. How much did you drink?"
"I dunno." You chuckled, your hands cupping his cheeks. "You're so squishy."
"I know." He laughed. "C'mon let's go."
"Okay." You hummed.
As he pulled you away from the dance floor, you waved to your friends.
"Bye Soonyoung! Bye Yuta! Bye Ryujin! Jimin is taking me home." You called.
Soonyoung, who was currently trying to kiss Yuta stopped to wave at you as you walked away.

You stumbled a bit as the two of you left the club. Jimin had a strong hold on you, keeping you steady as he escorted you to the car.
"Come on." He beckoned as he helped you into the passenger's seat.
Once in the vehicle, you fumbled around for the seatbelt, struggling to click it into place. Jimin, who had gotten into the car, leaned over and offered to help you.
"Thanks." You smiled.
"You had quite a bit to drink, didn't you?" He asked, pulling away from the club.
"Yeah." You giggled.
"I'm glad you called me to pick you up."
"I would never try and drive home after drinking." You told him. "I'm responsible."
"You sure are." He chuckled.
You turned your head towards him, unable to look away. He was perfect in every way. Perfect eyes, perfect nose, perfect lips, perfect cheeks, face shape, hair, hands—perfect everything.
"We should be at your house in about five minutes." He informed you, unaware of your staring.
"Mkay." You hummed.

It wasn't long until he pulled up to your place. You attempted to get out of the car on your own but failed, so Jimin had to come assist you. He helped you inside, escorting you to your room where you took your shoes off, tossing them elsewhere.
"Why don't you lie down." Jimin offered.
"But my pjs." You whined. "I wanna get in my pjs."
"Okay, okay. You can change into your pajamas. Which drawer are they in?"
"The third one." You pointed to your chest of drawers.
You watched as Jimin successfully retrieved your pajamas.
"Thank you Jiminie. You're so sweet." You cooed, taking them from him.
You never called him Jiminie, except for when you were teasing him... and when you were drunk, apparently.