"You bought me for a night, you don't own me."
"Then why did you scream my name like I was yours?"
Silk Sheets
-a novel about a girl who sees herself only as worthy as the pleasure she can give someone else-
NOT A Y/N STORY NOT A SHIPPING STORY NOT...
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"Take your throne, I'll take a crown you carry me over mountains then sit and watch me drown" Paper Flowers-Rendezvous at Two
Jimin woke up with a hangover to end all hangovers.
The man was lying face down, top half naked in his bed. Stomach caving in and eyes unwilling to open. Wondering how the fuck he even got home. And why he was half naked.
The well built man huffed, lifting himself out of the covers. Ruffling his already messy hair while rummaging around his room to look for a clean shirt.
The man gripped his head, trying to will himself to remember the night before step by step. He remembered getting off of work, Tae calling him, and arriving at Hoseok's.
Jimin drank a lot. More than he usually liked to on a calm work night. He rubbed his pounding head, regretting every decision he made in life.
After arriving at Hoseok's and playing the drinking game, everything gets hazy. He knew him and Yoongi and some deep conversation. It was probably about his failed love life.
Then he went to the balcony.
Jeongguk.
He apologized.
And they were supposed to hang out today. Jimin was grateful he remembered that bit of information, or else he would have looked like an ass in front of his best friend.
And after that Jeongguk left.
And all the man could remember was using his cell phone to call someone. Who, when all of his friends were downstairs? And why does he not remember what he said at all.
Jimin checked his phone, trying to see who exactly he called.
The man dropped his phone when he realized he had called Celine four times.
"Fuck! Shit fuck balls oh fuck." Jimin yelled aloud, falling to his knees in utter despair. He felt as if his life could end in that moment.
The voicemails. The fucking voicemails.
Nothing else about yesterday mattered to him anymore when he realized the huge fucking mistake he made.
Jimin didn't even remember what he said, and that's what made it worse. He could have talked about his favorite color. He could have confessed to her. But it had to have been embarrassing. His body was in panic mode, feeling hot and sweaty as he paced around his room. The man could barely swallow, barely breath at the thought of her possibly listening to those voicemails.
