I slowly pointed at the scary face, booping him right on the nose. "I know you."

"God dammit, Jiyeon," the scary face snarled, silver Marks blazing like thousands of diamonds alit. "You're a real piece of work sometimes aren't you?"

"Ooh." I grinned, the face blurring a little as I blinked. "You're scary."

Abruptly arms slid under my arms and legs and lifted me up from the mattress. I squealed at the sense of weightlessness, and then allowed my head to fall back, another giggle bubbling up my throat at the way the blood rushed to my head.

The strong arms were taking me away from the large room filled with people. The sounds of yelling and laughter died away. We were leaving the fun behind us. I wanted to have more fun. "Wait no, turn around! Turn—"

"Keep it down," the angry face hissed at me. "Do you realize it's three in the morning right now?"

What was three doing in the morning?

The angry face continued. "I've been looking all over the damn place for you since you went missing."

"Looking?" I began to play with his shirt. It was stretchy. "Like hide-and-go-seek? Did I win?"

"God, how much alcohol did you drink? You reek."

We were in an elevator now, the harsh florescent lights blazed down into my eyes, burning into them. The light also lit his silver hair, transforming it practically white, so it appeared like a halo of starlight had been crowned upon him.

"You look like an angel." I snuggled up against him. "Your head is shiny." I closed my eyes happily and instantly the darkness swallowed me whole.

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A harsh clinking sound shattered the peaceful darkness I'd been floating in.

A massive head ache pounded through my head and I buried my face into the pillows, trying to escape the annoying clinking. The pillows smelled faintly of sharp jasmine and spice.

The mattress of whatever bed I was laying in dipped as someone sat down next to me. "Jiyeon." A soft voice reached my ears.

I knew that voice. I slowly turned my head and squinted at the person leaning over me. "Your head is not shiny anymore," I pouted.

I didn't know where we were. All I knew was that I was in a small bed and the room around us was dark. Only the soft glow of his silver Marks illuminated the air around us. Pretty. Like rivers of glittering frost. I wanted to touch.

Jimin shied away when I reached out my hand. "No touch," he scolded, as if reading my exact thoughts. "Here. Drink this. It'll help you in the morning to fight off your hangover."

"I'm not hung over anything," I mumbled, burying my face back into the pillow. I liked the smell of it.

"Jiyeon." Exasperation laced through his voice.

Hands grabbed my shoulders and tugged me into a sitting position. Immediately the world around me seemed to swoop and I whined, failing to fight back the dizziness. I wanted to lie back down.

Someone grasped my chin and then I felt cool surface of a cup pressed to my lips. I reluctantly opened my mouth. The cool liquid flooded in my mouth. It didn't burn like the beer. It was smooth, a little fizzy, and flowed easily down my throat that I realized was burning in dryness.

It wasn't until I drained the entire cup that the hand released my chin and let me lay back down on the bed. My head already felt a little bit clearer and I blinked slowly at Jimin.

He was in a loose bro tank that displayed his Marks all down his arms and dipping down into his torso. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. Unlike the hotel bed, this bed was clearly only for one person.

"Where are we?" I mumbled.

"My room."

"You don't have to share with roommates? That's not fair." I stuck my lip out.

"Taehyung is my roommate," said Jimin said. "But he's on a mission right now."

"Mission." A memory welled up to the surface unbidden and I giggled. "Missionary position. Like we did in the training room."

"I'm going to destroy every alcohol in existence after this," Jimin muttered. "You're so not allowed to even drink a sip of alcohol after this ever again."

"You're not my dad." I curled up in the bed, inhaling his scent in the sheets. It was faint though. Not strong enough. I could fix that. "Let's sleep together."

"You're still drunk. That's not a good idea."

"I promise I'll keep my hands to myself," I pressed hopefully.

Jimin hesitated. "Promise?"

I tucked my hands under my armpits securely. "Safe!" I chirped.

He bit his lip. I liked it when he bit his lip. It was sexy. No no. Bad Jiyeon. Hands to yourself.

I couldn't stop my grin though when he carefully eased into the bed beside me. It barely fit our bodies together so he had to pull my body right against him, arms around me, legs entangled into one, and our bodies fitting at every point— back, hips, legs—perfectly together.

I happily wriggled even closer to him, only stopping when I heard him hiss and swear.

"Easy partner," he groaned, angling his hips a little away from my behind.

What was I doing wrong? I frowned and peeked over my shoulder.

The Marks across his one cheek lit his eyes enough for me to see the intense, hooded gaze. The look in his eyes immediately made my body heat.

"Go to sleep," he whispered, breath brushing my ear and sending pleasant shivers down my spine. "You're going to need all the rest you can get for training tomorrow."

"Can I kiss you good night?"

"It's morning."

"Please?"

His eyes fluttered close before he leaned forward and briefly fit our lips together, our mouths locking together as perfectly as our bodies did. He pulled away all too soon though. "Now go to sleep."

Tranquility settled through my body as he began to stroke gentle, soothing circles down my tummy and sides. My muscles relaxed and exhaustion finally swept in. "Jimin?"

He hummed softly in response.

I grinned, sleep and alcohol clouding my head. "I love you."

The hand froze on my stomach but darkness was already dragging me back down into its depths.

I heard him say something back but I was too far gone by then to understand him.

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