Jimin's POV
A loud yawn escaped itself from my lips as my eyes fluttered open. The sunlight from the sun went passed my curtains and shone on me, blinding my eyes that wasn't used to the morning light yet.
I blinked. Why am I asleep on the couch? I rolled over to my back and stretched, another yawn leaving my lips. Lifelessly, I stared at the white ceiling above me for a few seconds.
Who am I? Where am I? How was I made?
All sorts of questions popped in my head after my long slumber which felt like for a few years. Slowly, I pushed myself up and stared at the TV that sat in front of me. I blinked, again and looked down at my outfit which consisted of my white tee and black ripped jeans, my denim jacket hung from the edge of the couch.
Music, drink, bar... All the events that unfolded the previous night came seeping back to me as I finally remembered. I went to the bar for some reason and got drunk because apparently, the bartender whose name was I think Sam or Bam or whatever it is gave me a wine which was too strong for me to even hold and got intoxicated by it right after 2 shots.
"Shit," I hissed, holding my head when the hangover begin to toll itself on me. My head stung and I felt dizzy all of a sudden. "I need water," My voice sounded so out of tune with my mouth being dry. I limped myself towards the fridge and took a huge gulp of water. Closing the fridge, I noticed 2 pieces of sticky notes on it.
'Hey, Jimin, me and your dad are out for a important work. It will take us a few days; maximum 3 to get back home. I trust that once we are back, the house will still be good as new.'
The first letter read. I snorted, As if I'll burn the house down. I looked beside from the first note and read the second.
'Hey bro, I am going to be hanging out with my bros at their place for the 3 days mom and dad are gonna take. I swear to god once I come back and notice my favorite figurine gone, you're gonna get it.'
I laughed at his note. Why remind me? Now, I'm totally taking it. I shook my head and limped back to the couch. I grunted a little before I settled down.
I took the TV's remote control and switched it on.
'News Flash! Kpop; Mamamoo's Wheein officially leaves RBW but will continue to promote with the group.'
I leaned in my seat and stared at the screen, my eyes slowly beginning to close.
'Dead body found near a river at Seoul. The body was seen to have it's skin torn and the eyeballs were stuck out. Criminal is still in search.'
A image of the said body showed on the screen except that they blurred it to keep it family friend among watchers. I looked at the body and noticed how the hair was short, similarly to someone that I can't recall. The clothes were also somewhat similar.
I sighed, shaking my head. I must be overthinking.
Ting!
My ears perked when the notification of my phone rang. I took my phone and smiled, seeing the sender.
Rosie <3 :
hey , u awake?wanted to check up if you were good
because u were passed out in the bari called a taxi and told the person to
drive you back home
reply back asap ok :)
I hit my head, trying to remember the recent events of yesterday but to no avail, none of it rushed inside my head. Whatever, forget it. I smiled and started to reply back.
Me :
yeah i'm awake and good :)sorry for the trouble
how much did the taxi fee was?
i'll pay backRosie <3 :
nah it's fineit wasn't much, just a few korean won
Me :
did i like idk do anything while
being drunk?i seriously can't remember anything
Rosie <3 :
no you didn'tthe bartender told me you just
started to blabber weird things
to him while being drunk but
other than that you did nothingMe :
okayy thanks for the care!i'm gonna go freshen up :)
Rosie <3 :
okiei wanna ask but are you free at night today?
i wanna bring you somewhere
Me :
as a date? ;)Rosie <3 :
yeah yeah as a date if
you wanna think of it that way skskMe :
lmaoo yeah i'm freeRosie <3 :
sksks
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