Flower Crown

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Seokjin regretted waking up the second he opened his eyes.

He winced when his once peaceful eyes were now open and the sun rays aimed right at them. He squeezed them shut and turned his body around to avoid the unfortunate bright sunlight. He made a face of annoyance at how stiff he felt with his jacket on. Subconsciously, he took the jacket off and threw it somewhere on the bed. Now a bit more comfortable, he pulled the messily draped covers over his waist up and tucked them around his shoulders.

One. Two. Three. It took Seokjin exactly three seconds for his eyes to suddenly snap open.

Jacket? Covers? Sun Light? Seokjin never left back home...

His sleepy eyes seemed to have instantly disappeared once he caught the view in front of him. A wooden desk, a black cabinet, a closet and-

Seokjin had never scrambled up so quickly when he realized that he was on a stranger's bed. He would have been bothered by the action upsetting his stomach, but he currently didn't have time to dwell on the pain. His anxiety and fear were too high to worry over it.

"Where am I? What happened last night? Oh my god." Seokjin whispered his worries repeatedly.

Jimin. Jimin had taken him to the club. That's why he was dressed like this. Jimin left him to go find Jaebum and he had a couple of drinks. Okay. And then after-

Seokjin's blood ran cold. His memory was very foggy but he remembered that fat man perfectly. He blinked rapidly and stared around the room and then looked down at the bed. Oh my god, did he take me?! Seokjin panicked. He was trying his best to remember but his memory was just too blurry. What if...? Seokjin was completely pale now and hoped that whatever he was thinking of definitely did no t happen at all.

As if to make matters worse, Seokjin suddenly heard the flush of a toilet. The teenager turned over his shoulder and stared at the door in which the noise came from. His heart began to beat out of his chest. Oh my god. He's coming, Seokjin fearfully thought.

The teenager acted fast and scanned around the room quickly to find a way to defend himself. His heart continued to thump as he envisioned that the man would enter the room presumably any second now and god knows what he would do Seokjin.

Hearing the footsteps come closer and closer, Seokjin panicked and grabbed the first thing he saw off the wooden desk. A hard covered textbook. With a shaky breath, Seokjin went to stand behind the door that would open any second now. He brought up the book over his head and nervously awaited for the person to appear.

Seokjin tried not to make a sound when the door finally opened after four seconds of pure nerve wreaking torture. The teenager didn't even attempt to see the person before him. Instead, he shut his eyes and brought down his arm. Using all his strength, Seokjin struck the tall person's head with the textbook. Seokjin ignored the sound of pain the person let out and instead dropped the textbook to the ground. He grabbed the person's hands and held them behind their back before pushing them down to the ground with his knee in a blink of an eye. Seokjin's eyes were hard and he had never been so glad to have taken self defense classes at school after being dragged by Jimin to go with him.

"Where am I?! What did you do- " Seokjin stopped his confrontation. A gasp escaped his lips instead. Finally taking into consideration of seeing who he attacked, Seokjin's stomach tightened at recognizing the one and only, RM.

"Oh my god- Are you okay? I'm so sorry. I thought you were someone else-" Seokjin spluttered out an apology. He felt his face turn hot and red.

"I mean," The rapper let out a groan from the ground. "I think I'll feel better off the floor." RM's words were mumbled since his chin was currently dug into the hard floor underneath them.