Psychopath with wings

CHAP36-"Sober"

M I N R A E

I'd be lying if I say I woke up today thinking its just another day with the crazy lunatic whom lives rent free in my apartment. No. No, it's not going to be the same anymore. I was on my third round near my bedroom, peaking at random intervals between the creak of the wooden door upon the figure that's peacefully sleeping, wrapped like a burrito under the warmth of my blanket.

Every time he rolled over, snuggled into the sheets or even made the slightest movement, I would panic and scoot myself back to the living room, where I had a massive breakdown for like the first thirty minutes from the time I woke up. Everything from last night came back to me in seconds after my eyes fluttered open this morning.

We kissed.

Holy shit.

I fucked up big time.

Now, I know I have the liberty to just say it was an accident or just walk out of the apartment and not think much about it. But the thought of Jimin actually catching a cold from yesterday night taunted me to this second. He did say he wouldn't. But the man got drunk. What makes him think he wouldn't catch a cold sleeping in with completely drenched clothes just because he was an ex Demon.

Every bits and pieces of yesterday night started playing like a movie in front of me when my eyes traveled across certain parts of the apartment. I remembered how he kissed me so passionately and yet ended up passing out on my shoulder just few seconds after his hands wrapped around me. He snuggled between my neck, with his one hand firmly holding my waist, searching for warmth. I was left confused and a little offended to be honest.

I remember crawling out of the bed and throwing my drenched body at the couch and thinking to myself what just happened. Just as thoughts clouded in my head, I could feel my body relax and slowly drifting off to sleep.

Surprisingly, I haven't gotten sick sleeping in wet clothes and hair. But it wasn't all that unfamiliar to me, I haven't really caught a cold since I was eight. Weird, but my immunity is another level science I must confess. I've never had a health condition for years.

The more I waited for him to wake up, the more impatient I grew. I am getting late for work and sleeping beauty was not helping at all.

So, I decided to be the bold one and marched towards the bedroom in full speed, only to march back when I saw him sit straight on his back, blankets still covering his knees.

'What's wrong with you! I did nothing wrong. You go back there, Lee Minrae, and see if he is okay!' I scolded myself.

"My head" Jimin cried, holding his hair between his fingers.

Worry got the better of me as I opened the door and stood right in front of his distressed figure. Jimin moved his fingers all over his head, sometimes even pulling his hair with them. He looked like a total mess.

"You okay? Did you catch a cold?" I asked, my hands automatically moving to his forehead. His temperature seemed fine.

"I still find it cute that you think I could get sick, darling"

"Then what is the problem!?" I yelled, moving my hands away from his forehead, only for him to grab and place it back.

"My head hurts! It's like that time Taehyung tried to play the saxophone for the first time at Olympus. There is this ringing in my head and a weird pain!?" He spoke, placing his hands over my hand that rested on his forehead, staring at me with painful look in his eyes.

"Say hello to hangover my friend. Unfortunately, this will last sometime" I chuckled, annoying the man in vain. "Should have thought twice before drinking two bottles at one go. And might I add the inhuman amount of water you chugged in last night trying to convince me Poseidon was your bestie, before that wave almost carried you away"