Want (I'll give you all the love I want in return)

Chapter 11 - On my pillow, on my table

The next morning, Jimin's eyes are swollen and hurt from the sunlight when he tries to open them. He groans:

"Ah, shit."

"Hmmm?" a scratchy, sleepy hum comes from next to him.

Jungkook finds the omega's lips without opening his eyes, then he rubs his face with both palms like a bunny.

"Headache." the alpha groans.

"Me too." Jimin sighs, massaging his temples.

"Jiiiiiiiin!!!" Jungkook shouts loudly, making Jimin flinch.

"You called?"

Seokjin sticks his head through the door a few heartbeats later. Jimin struggles with the blankets in order to cover himself, because he's naked and trying to hide his smelly and dirty self. He can smell how the remains of the alcohol evaporate from his skin that is heated, yet covered in a gross layer of cold sweat. But the eunuch seems unphased.

"Help. Hangover." Jungkook whines pitifully.

"Got'cha."

Jin sounds horribly chirpy before he disappears - his cheery loudness makes Jimin want to strangle him. But he feels too miserable to even open his eyes, let alone move his limbs. A horde of elephants is jumping trampoline on his squishy brain. The pain is throbbing each time an elephant bumps against his skull or his temple.

The eunuch returns with water, medicinal tea and hangover soup. He opens the window to air out the room and hums a little tune as he gathers dirty clothes - some of them Jimin recalls having used to wipe away cum and slick and sweat. He throws an arm over his eyes to shield them from the bright light and the embarrassment.

"I hate you, hyung." Jungkook seems to share Jimin's feelings towards the elder.

But Seokjin just chuckles and retorts: "I know you love me. You'll feel better after drinking this and eating a little. Call me if you need anything else."

After the eunuch leaves, Jimin reaches for the water, thirstily gulping down a cup before offering another one to the younger with shaky hands.

"I think I might throw up." the alpha miserably mewls.

"It's just water." Jimin says and smoothes a slightly greasy and sweaty strand of hair out of the other's forehead with a gentle hand.

"That's the worst, you know." Jungkook pouts.

Jimin's brain is too fried to compute, so he just dumbly stares as the younger sniffs the water and pulls a face of disgust. Next, he sniffs the tea, but visibly has to control a wave of nausea. Jimin knows it's mean, but he can't suppress a snicker, because watching Jungkook looking as miserable as he feels is kind of hilarious.

He feels his own stomach rumble as Jungkook takes a spoonful of broth and groans in satisfaction. The horribly kitschy saying I am you, you are me comes to his mind when he reaches for the spoon and his palate jubilates at the salty, balmy warmth of the soup. He lets out a rough moan that sounds embarrassingly out of context:

"God, that's good."

Jungkook just grunts around a mouthful of oxtail and cabbage. The silence is only broken by small noises of relief and contentment as they finish half of the soup and a cup of tea each. Jungkook rolls onto his back and sighs:

"I wish it rained today. The sun is too bright."

"Let's pretend it rains. Just stay in bed all day under the blankets to keep us warm."