Brainwashed 2: If We Never Met || Jungkook FanFic

Chapter 15

My eyes flicked open.

It was pitch black in my room, and it was freezing cold.

I checked my phone from my side table to see what time it was; 2:28AM.

I saw a text from my mom.

"Hi, sweety. Sorry that I'm not at home, I got a promotion and I'm staying after for a meeting! I'll be back tomorrow at noon. Love you."

I sighed and turned off my phone.

I haven't seen my mom in a while.

She's always busy with work, getting extra pay for our own place.

She's such a bad ass.

I turned on my other side and reach to hug my pillow.

Only it wasn't there.

I felt a muscular body right under my arms.

"Fuck," I muttered.

I forgot Jimin was here.

He wasn't wearing any clothes and I soon realized that I wasn't either.

That explains why it's so cold.

Jimin moaned and wrapped his arms around my waist, forcing me to dig my face in his chest.

I mean, not that I'm complaining.

A feeling inside irked me; the fact that Jimin wasn't Jungkook right now is frustrating.

Come on, Linnie.

He doesn't like you, so get that in your mind.

Move on, move on, move on.

Jimin is your boyfriend--I mean, fake-boyfriend now. Act along with him.

I got a rush of anger.

They want publicity? They'll get publicity.

I got up from the bed and searched for Jimin's phone.

I looked around on the floor, the side table next to him, and on the bed. I couldn't find it anywhere.

I kept walking around.

It had to be here somewhere.

I walked over his clothes and stepped on something hard--his phone.

I picked it up and unlocked it; it had no password.

What kind of celebrity keeps his phone unlocked?

But let's not criticize; that just made it easier for me.

I hopped back into bed and got on his Twitter.

Now how will I do this?

I put my hand on his collarbone and snapped a picture of that with flash.

I posted it, captioning it with a simple, "Girlfriend."

Exactly after, likes and retweets were blowing up.

Some fans replied with angry comments, the others were extremely supportive.

I then turned off his phone and tossed it back onto his clothes pile.