Cherry Blossoms

EIGHT

The next morning, Jimin woke up with a piercing headache in an empty room.

He groaned at the ugly, pulsing feeling behind his forehead and tried to bury his nose a little deeper in the cushions of his sofa that smelled so well of Alpha. It was given that he had to get up at some point, but for now he had absolutely no problem with vegetating in the lingering scent of Jungkook just a little more.

Hang on.

Jungkook?

Against his initial intentions, Jimin sat up faster than he could blink. Bad idea, as he realised just a few seconds later when the aching in his head decided to transform into some kind of explosion and made his vision blur.

Fucking hell.

Jungkook.

Slowly but surely the memories of the previous night came creeping back to Jimin's mind. How he cried in Jungkook's arms, how the boy held him, rocked him through all of his drunken effusions so naturally, how they kissed, how he ended up with the boy's head between his legs, how he worked his tongue in all the right ways for hours, with an inexhaustible stamina that only people this young could endure.

Still in doubt of his own memory he looked down his body, only to discover that it was decorated with bruises and hickeys, small red and blue patches blossoming all over his thighs, waist and butt cheeks, spiking the milky skin in a weird arousing-possessive sense.

He sighed and took a look around his living room, spotting the undeniable evidence of the last night. Empty liquor bottles, thrown around clothes, unfinished glasses of wine and, dear lord protect him, the smell. The mixed smell of their scents hanging around as if they had been mated for years and Jimin wasn't sure if he liked that or was freaking out.

Perhaps a little of both.

Deciding that it was better to get this mess cleaned up before Jaehyun came home, he lifted himself from the couch, starting to tidy up the room butt-naked.

He collected all the bottles and opened the windows to cleanse the air before he went to the kitchen.

There was a note on the dinner table, set up against a glass of water and a package of aspirin. Jimin grabbed the paper.

Morning, hyung <3

I had to get up early for my morning classes so I couldn't be there when you woke up. I hope your not too hungover and appreciate my little gift. I'll check on you and Jae when I get back.

Jimin let out a humourless chuckle. This kid.

What now?

Were they a couple? Dating?

Would they play house from now on, move in together, tell Jaehyun that his neighbour was his new Daddy? Raise his kid with Jungkook until it was old enough to understand how babies were made and why his actual father had left? Until he realised his beloved Daddy had no shame screwing a college kid?

His chest deflated as he kept eyeing the note. His fingers trembled as he reached for the aspirin and chugged down a double, ignoring the glass of water.

Regarded in the daylight, with a sober mind, Jimin realised this whole situation wasn't as easy as he had imagined it to be these past few weeks.

'Morning classes...'

And then, something inside him cracked.

What the fuck had he been doing?

What had he been thinking?