Are You Calling Me A Sinner? {BTSxReader}

13. Stop Talking

"What was that about?" Jae asks.

"I don't want to talk about it," you hiss.

Tuesday.

Waking up, the light shining in through your windows blinds you, already setting the mood for the day. You fell asleep around 4:00 in the morning after a few drinks, so that isn't helping. You're cranky, but at least you don't have classes. Grumbling, you tumble out of bed and down the stairs, heading straight towards the kitchen. You start brewing coffee, then pull out a pan. Man, I need Jenue back. Your choices for breakfast are limited, resulting in you cracking some eggs in the first pan and pulling out another for bacon. Once the sizzling starts, your stomach rumbles, telling you to hurry up and eat. Realizing you left your phone in your room, you quickly stumble back up the staircase, grabbing it and making your way back to the stove before your breakfast burns. After flipping the eggs and bacon, you sit down at the breakfast bar, tapping away on your phone. As usual, you go to Twitter, scrolling through your feed. Many popular groups and soloists captivate your eyes, news of comebacks and milestones. You go to your DM's, which are full of requests from men and women, each asking if they can take you out, or the blunt ones asking for a quick fuck. You just laugh at people who think it's that easy to get with you. Shutting your phone off, you grab a plate out of the cupboard and throw your breakfast items on it. You still haven't checked the time, but when your eyes land on a clock, they turn into saucers.

     3:15! Jae's supposed to be here-

     The ringing of the doorbell signifies a visitor.

     Now.

     You shove your food down your throat and gulp down a glass of water. You were still in your sweats and old stained t-shirt, but what can you do about it now.

     Shuffling out of the kitchen and up to the front door, you look through the peephole. You don't know why you checked though, because it's exactly who you thought. Cracking open the door, there's your project partner, in all his glory. He's not totally dressed up, but clad in a pair of black ripped jeans and a white t-shirt. Over the shirt is a army green bomber jacket, backpack on his back. He looks... cute. It deeply contrasts your sleep clothes. You sheepishly smile, embarrassed over your attire.

     "Dressed for the occasion, aren't you Y/N?" he has a teasing lilt to his voice.

     "Whatever, I always look good."

     "Is that why you... smell like whiskey?"

     You gasp, realizing that you drank so much last night, it soaked into your skin. You move out of the doorway,  motioning him to come into the house. "Er, sorry about that, let me go take a shower."

     "Alright, I'll chill in the living room. You got a big ass house, you know."

     "Sure, cool, anyways, be right back." You run up the stairs, shutting your bedroom door after you enter. After turning the shower knob to run hot water, you rip your clothes off, jumping into the water stream that isn't even warm yet. You wash your hair, then your body, scrubbing the skin that reeked of alcohol only seconds ago. After thoroughly cleaning yourself, you dry your hair and quickly throw on some ripped jeans and a black t-shirt sporting a skateboard logo on the back. Gripping your phone, you catch sight of the time, 3:45. 30 minutes isn't actually that bad.

     You walk down the stairs slowly, a weird feeling in your stomach. Are you excited? Nervous? Maybe both. You're going to be alone with a cute guy for a few hours, who wouldn't be.

     Grabbing your backpack off a hook in the mud room, you saunter back out to the living room, sitting down on the couch next to Jae. "Alright, let's get started."