my brain feels like it's an fish that recently got pulled out of the water and it's like jumping and shit. basically my brain feels like it's trying to escape the confines of my skull; only if I could let it free.
"I am never drinking again." JEONGGUK finalises, his brain getting whiplash as soon as he got up from wherever the fuck he passed out from. which was apparently literally on yoongi. nice.
it felt as if someone was using his head as a gong, small pre-shocks of raw pain coursing through his head. then the evil. it feels like it freezes over and takes hostage the rest of his brain; metal chains of strain and anguish.
his mouth felt dry, like literal sandpaper. as much as he wanted to stay lying down as straight as a rod, he needed to get up and hydrate.
his throat was parched, he understood the extent when the beautiful, magnificent, gorgeous cold water rushed down his oesophagus like a waterfall. felt as if he was some sort of superhuman sponge that absorbs 110% of minerals and good shit immediately. because saying he felt revitalised was an understatement.
he felt reborn. and I know this seems dramatic because this dude is only drinking some water. but no. sometimes you get that feeling. like an itch has finally been itched and you feel borderline orgasmic? yeah. that's how jeon jeongguk felt today. and that's just how the cookie crumbles.
he hears a guttural whine, sounded like a deprived seal, holler with zero energy. ah, that must be the great min yoongi awakening from his slumber. jeongguk merely throws the packet of painkillers at him and a water bottle to do as he pleases.
his main priority was to not feel icky. so he grabbed his towel and padded into the bathroom, to take a nice, long, cold shower. 'damn, this must be how elsa from frozen feels...' he thinks, the random train of thought making him huff silently with humour. he does all the stuff you would normally do in a shower and gets out, dries his hair, moisturises or whatever.
and then simply throws on his fluffy pyjamas. they were teal and had bear ears on the hood. it was truly marvellous.
at this point of time, he was glad he encouraged himself to get off his ass and be refreshed. so seeing yoongi in the same slumped passed out position he was in before, made him tut.
"hyung, take a shower. wear some comfy clothes..." he pulls one of his arms, with some more elbow grease, he gets his hyung on his own two feet and slaps his bum.
"let's watch movies all day." and gets a slow, tired nod from yoongi. his honey blonde hair a mess, thong stuck up his ass.
after at least 30 minutes (he reckons the elder fell asleep in the shower), yoongi stumbles out, looking through his suitcase through some comfy clothes. he found a normal pyjama set with a character of a cookie on it. he got it in japan; he thinks the name is 'shooky?' cute little dude shooky. he thought it looked rad.
after hair drying and face routine, he joins jeongguk and snuggles right into him and the thick, fluffy blanket on top of them. browsing through movies; they completely watched at least four when in the middle of the fifth, he received a phone call from taehyung.
he zones out for a bit, because he remembers something about yesterday and phone call from taehyung...? it wasn't coming to him, still hazy. and tired.
yoongi complains, whines then nudges the other to pick up the ringing phone because it was hurting his poor head.
"sorry!" he says and slides the accept button.
"hi, tae." he greets, his voice lacklustre of some sorts, and he hears taehyung scoff.
"hello and I hear the hangover got to you, huh?" he jokes lightheartedly, grinning over the line.
"you've gotta knack for hearing... and yeah, I feel like shit." but he feels himself grinning lazily, rubbing his forehead with his thumb and middle finger.
he adds on; "oh!- and also, I think you called me while I was plastered yesterday. please tell me I didn't say anything weird and scare you off..." he tries to make it sound lighthearted but he was kinda genuinely scared that he said something weird.
"eh, nothing much, just you two drunk giggling over the line." he lies, just to not mortify jeongguk because he's nice like that. in what most people would find great pleasure in teasing, taehyung doesn't metion at all. "-and besides, if you thought you scared me off, I wouldn't be calling you right now. nothing about you could scare me off, koo." taehyung says like the other was silly, his tone soft and mellow.
jeongguk felt like his heart was dissolving into a puddle of liquid heart. how can one person be so amazing and ah. he heaves out a heavenly sigh. he was surely whipped for taehyung. and his voice? so soothing. feels like it's the best hangover cure, the best remedy for anything.
"so." taehyung starts and snaps jeongguk right out of his lovesick daydream.
"there's a party that the businsss i work for is organising, and they said to bring a plus one. so I was wondering if you were free saturday night?" he asks gently, although his stomach was a mess; churning horribly. god, he finally said it. all that courage he used. he was just so shy, asking a pretty boy like jeongguk out to some fancy party.
"of course!" jeongguk thinks he might've said a bit too enthusiastically (waking up a sleepy yoongi in the process) but taehyung was exhilarated to hear the response. he felt like squealing.
"I mean, of course." jeongguk says, more reserved and 'cool' and it makes the both of them laugh.
"that's g-great to hear!! I'll text you the details. until then! bye, jeongguk!"
"bye, bye!" and jeongguk ends the call.
he gets up and starts his little celebration dance. and yoongi looks at him, although half-asleep, with some sort of fondness.
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