“Seokjin!” Chorim cheerfully exclaimed as she tiptoed over to him. “What are you doing out here all by yourself?” Jin was still leaning on the fence with his arm when he turned his head slightly. In the darkness, Chorim couldn’t quite make out what sort of expression he had but she sensed something from him that made her feel uneasy. Chorim stepped closer to him and reached out for his shoulder. “Seokjin...?” All of a sudden, Jin grabbed onto her arm and looked up at her, his face a ghostly shade of white. “Cho...” He uttered. Chorim suddenly got flustered. What is happening…?  BLEEUUURRGGGHHH. She immediately froze up, unable to process what had happened. Gross, gross, gross, gross, gross… She regretted glancing down and seeing the wet and slimy vomit and bile sliding down her dress and onto the floor whilst Jin was hunched over in front of her, holding onto her arm for dear life. She couldn’t help but gag and feel the sudden urge to start puking herself but managed to return her attention to Jin. Okay Chorim, focus...
“Oh my god, are you alright?” Chorim asked worryingly as she helped Jin stand up. He then forcibly pushed her away, causing her to fall heavily onto the ground, whilst he stumbled towards the bush to continue vomiting. Chorim got off the ground in an instant and took the chance to grab the towel off of her shoulders and started wiping his mouth and chin as he gasped for air. She stared blankly into the distance as she was his back. Okay, this is not how I imagined this would turn out…
She then helped the nauseous Jin walk back into the houses. His body is so long...and fit… Chorim gritted her teeth as they made their way up the stairs. I...feel...like I’m dragging...a dead body around. She carried him into the nearest room once they reached the top and dropped him onto the bed with her last ounce of energy.

With an expression of permanent disgust glued to her face, Chorim pulled her vomit and bile dampened dress and bra off in the bathroom connected to the room and threw it onto the floor. After cleaning herself up, she peeked into the bedroom and stared at the passed out Jin on the bed. This is dddddefinitely not how I imagined it would turn out… Keeping a close eye on him, she crept over to the bed with just another towel covering her body, and grabbed a random jacket off the bed and a pair of shorts from the cupboard. She quickly put them and checked herself in the mirror once again. Her hair was still damp and now horrifyingly tangled and her fake eyelashes were falling off. Wow okay. She stood back and saw the awful fit of the men’s shorts and jacket which was clearly too big for her. And I’m not wearing anything underneath either, grrrreat. She immediately got her phone out and called Namjoon.
“Hello!” Namjoon shouted. Chi moved the phone away from her ear and kept it at a safe audible distance.
“Namjoon!” She cried out impatiently.
“Eeeyyyy, where did you disappear to?”
“I'm still inside. Anyway, Jin’s passed out in one of your rooms.”
“What? Not again…” NOT AGAIN!? Chorim decided it wasn’t the time to question anything.
“Look, I have to go home now so get someone to look after him. I’ll see you on Monday, okay?”
“Already? It’s barely 2AM. Do you need me to get someone to drive you home?”
“No, I’m fine. I’ll take a taxi home. Alright, bye.” Chorim hung up before Namjoon could reply back. She promptly gathered her things and left the party relatively unnoticed in her strange getup.

When Chorim had arrived home, it was almost 3AM. She got out of the taxi holding onto her heels which had been killing her feet all night. All she could think about was what a waste of time the whole night had been. Not only did she go home without her own clothes,she didn’t even get to talk to Jin at all. Well, not properly anyway. As Chorim walked up the stairs, with her bare feet kissing the ice cold concrete steps, she spotted Taehyung standing on his balcony with a mug in his hand. Why the hell is he still awake?
“Welcome back.” Taehyung called out after he took a sip.
“Thanks.” Chorim said, not even the slightest bit amused.
“Nice outfit by the way.” Taehyung smirked. She looked down at the shorts and then flopped the sleeves of the jacket around. Uuggghhh… Chorim couldn’t be bothered with him and quickly went into her place to rest.

~

It was Monday morning and Chorim was already leaving her house to head to class.
“Wow, it’s like seeing two different people every single time.” Taehyung exclaimed, slightly impressed, as she walked down the stairs towards him. He did just witness the mess she was in after coming home from Namjoon’s party on Saturday after all.
“Shut up.” Chorim narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t you have class?” Chorim interrogated with her arms crossed as she watched him play with the puppy’s belly.
“All my classes are online.”
“So you never go to campus?”
Taehyung shook his head. It was a strange concept to Chorim who loved going to campus, not to study of course, but to hang out with her friends and flirt with the cute guys. But when she thought about it, if she didn’t go outside, she wouldn’t have to put so much effort in getting ready which didn’t seem like such a bad idea. Taehyung put the puppy in an upright position and held a paw up.
“Let’s say goodbye to the scary lady.” He waved the puppy’s paw and said in a high-pitched voice, “Annyeong!”
Chorim couldn’t help but smile even though she was slightly annoyed and walked off.

~

Chorim spotted Namjoon near the entrance and strided towards him. It was hard to miss any of the elitists whilst on campus. They always had such a presence in the general vicinity, whether it be from the people closely following them or people keeping their distance from them.
“Chorim!” Namjoon went in for a big hug but was pushed away by Chorim. She instead gave him the bag in her hand.
“I’m really really sorry about Saturday.” Chorim said as Namjoon  looked through the bag. “They’re the clothes I borrowed.” Chorim watched as he pulled out the shorts and then the jacket with a raised brow.
“Well these shorts are definitely mine but this jacket is Jin’s.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He handed over the jacket and held onto the bag with the shorts inside. “Speaking of which, he was actually looking for you this morning.” He had totally piqued Chorim’s interest.
“For me?” She asked, trying to restrain herself. THE Kim Seokjin was looking for me!? “Did he say why?” Maybe he wants to thank me for helping him...by treating to me to dinner. Chorim's fleeting imagination was running wild once again.
“I don’t know.” Namjoon just shrugged and then his eyes lit up after looking over Chorim’s shoulder. “Oh, here comes the glorious man himself…” Chorim tightly hugged the jacket and then consciously spun around in a way that would make her long wavy hair, which she had spent an hour on, glow and look gorgeous. Jin’s eyes widened with panic as he soon as he saw Chorim waving to him and frantically rushed towards her to take her to a more isolated place where no one was around.
“Seokjin, here’s your…” He startled Chorim by abruptly bowing down a full 90 degrees in front of her.
“I’m sincerely sorry.” He cried out. WHAT!? WHAT...WHAT, OKAY UM...
“What are you doing? Please stand up...” Chorim quietly said, looking around nervously.
“Chorim, please forgive me.” He cried out. “I will take full responsibility.” What for!?  A flashback of the exact moment Jin vomited on her dress replayed in her head, making her shudder. It must be for that...
“Oh, it’s absolutely fine. Please don’t worry about it.” Chorim tried to say as sweetly as possible. Jin eventually stood upright and held her by the shoulders.
“Are you okay?”
“I am extremely okay.” Chorim nervously laughed with her hands raised up to assure him. This is getting a tad weird…Chorim continued to stare into the abyss that was his eyes, unaware of what was happening around her. His eyes are so gorgeous…  Jin suddenly grabbed her hands for a closer look. They had bandages on them for the scrapes she had gotten when she fell after being pushed down by Jin.
“Did...I do this?”
“Well, yes kind of but I know you didn’t mean to so it’s fine.” She tried to reassure him with a calm smile. “These things happen when you have too much to drink...”

“I didn’t drink anything that night.”
“You didn’t drink anything!?” Chorim exclaimed. And you were that ill!?
Jin deeply sighed with his eyebrows knotted with frustration as he continued to look at her hands.
If she could, she would have let him hold onto them forever but in that very moment, she had to take out her phone which had started violently vibrating in her pocket. Bad timing, bad fxcking timing… She covered her phone and smiled apologetically at Jin before attending to it.
“I’ll talk to you later Chorim.” Jin said in a serious tone. Chorim looked on a bit confused. Why is he so serious about this? She made sure he took his jacket before walking away to talk to her friend. That aside, he actually referred to me by my name for once…yes, yes, yes!

Namjoon, who had been spying on them from afar, sneakily dashed forward and leapt onto Jin’s shoulder.
“So, are you going to tell me what’s been bothering you this morning?” Jin looked up at Namjoon annoyed and brushed him off.
“I don’t know. I might have done something to Chorim.” Jin said.
“You...are going to have to elaborate.”
“I must have forced myself onto her...or...made her do something or...” Jin couldn’t even comprehend what could have possibly happened.
“Jin, I honestly think that’s all in your head. She seems fine.”
“But why else would her dress be on the floor in the room I woke up in? You said she was the only one in a white dress at the party, right?”
“She was BUT but she was the one who called me about you passing out so...”
“And then she left! AND HER BRA! THERE WAS A BRA ON THE FLOOR AS WELL!" Jin exclaimed exasperatedly, momentarily forgetting they were on campus. Namjoon was taken aback by Jin's outburst and quickly scanned around for people before facing Jin again.
“Can you calm down? Just ask her what happened.” Namjoon said, frustrated. “Why did you even pass out again?” Namjoon narrowed his eyes at Jin who intentionally avoided direct eye contact. “Is it what I think it is?” Knowing he couldn’t avoid it, Jin goofily smiled at Namjoon and unsuccessfully tried to walk off as Namjoon blocked him by stepping forward.
“Wow, if only the world knew that the broodingly mysterious and manly Kim Seokjin was actually the famous…”
Before Namjoon could finish, Jin quickly put him in a tight headlock to shut him up. After pleading for mercy several times, Jin let him go and Namjoon stood upright and wrapped his arm around Jin’s shoulder.
“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” Namjoon teased with a grin.
“It better be.”
“You should really think about stopping though. It’s clearly not good for you.” Namjoon said. Jin casually shrugged Namjoon’s arm off and started to walk off whilst shoving the jacket into his bag.
“Come on, we’re going to be late for the lecture.”

A/N: Hrm, what's Jin hiding? The story is coming along slowly but surely so stay tuned! It's still only 3 out of the 7 o___o! Thank you for reading as always, I absolutely appreciate your time. Be sure to let me know what you think so far down in the comments and subscribe if you already haven't! (๑￫‿ฺ￩๑)