It was late, you were fairly drunk with a guy, Jimin, that was part of your friend group. As you got up and said your goodbyes, Jimin asked you if you wanted a ride home. You denied, not wanting fo be a burden since it was already raining and you began to walk out.

10 minutes into your walk, you hear a loud motorcycle rev up to you. The biker parks right infront of you, stopping you from walking.

"Should've said yes babe." Jimin takes off his helmet and places it on you, picking you up and placing you in the back seat of his bike.

"You can stay at my place tonight." By the time he get you to his large mansion, you've sobered up enough as he helps you walk inside. He then give up a silk black button up dress shirt and 'shorts' probably his boxers but it was something.

"God, babe. Why are you even a fashion designer?You've got the body of a model, why don't you take those clothes off and let me admire it more?" Jimin leads you to his bedroom. Damn, this man really loved his silks.