YOUR POV
I cleaned myself up and wore the clothes Jimin gave me. It was a bit too big on me so it acts like a dress. I cautiously and slowly put the long sleeve at my nose and breathed in, smiling like an i***t. It does smell like Jimin. His scent calms me down. I was still smelling it like a pervert until a knock startled me and pulled me out of my thoughts.
"Are you alright in there Yoona?" Jimin asked behind the closed, wooden door.
"U-Uh, yeah. I'm coming out now." I took a deep breath, went out and saw Jimin standing, leaning on the wall with arms closed, looking at me. Once he saw me wearing his shirt, he smiled warmly and started walking towards me. He brushed my hair that was covering my face away and said: "You look cute wearing my shirt".
I just blushed and look down. He pul
