SUITS| Taekook| cross-over with "Scrubs" by @withSopeontheside

☆.｡.:* Hangover.｡.:*☆

    "Please don't speak so loudly. Can you speak more slush?" Taehyung groaned, swatting his attacker.

  His assistant, Sang-Hoon, fanned Taehyung's face lightly with a roled up inventory file.

  "Are you still drunk? Did you mean to say slowly?" He asked worriedly. He had never seen his boss so out of sorts, even when he was horridly hung over. What must have Mr. Kim gone through to make him so miserable? 

"Just let me die, Choi Sang-Hoon." Taehyung groaned, banging his head against the top of his desk. It had been nearly a month since Mrs. Jeon passed away, Taehyung being the person to sit by her bed and hold her hand. Her own son wasn't even there to say goodbye to her, and yet she left everything to him? It was hard for Taehyung not to be bitter.

Last night Taehyung decided he wasn't going to drink, (unlike the past several nights since Mrs. Jeons death) but when his sleeping pills didn't work and neither did his antidepressants, he decided to do the very thing that both his pill bottles told him not to do: he mixed them with alcohol. He wasn't planning on getting wasted, maybe just a little buzzed, but when he ran into a couple of the guys from the second floor at work, he proceeded to rant at them about his hate for his boss, which only made him drink more, until the next thing he remembered was Sang-Hoon showing up at his house in a panic because Taehyung wasn't answering his calls and the interns were freaking out at work without him there to work his magic and make things run smoothly.

   Choi Sang-Hoon had shown up at Taehyung's flat at 7: 30 am, he had peeled Taehyung (who was still wearing last nights clothes)  off of his couch,  wiped the crusty substance (vomit??) off of Taehyung's face, and forced him to get into his newly pressed (by one of the slave interns) Armani suit. Sang-Hoon was the one who force fed Taehyung a hangover shake that tasted like old socks, and even gelled his hair as he drove him to work.  Sang- Hoon was the best of the interns, always going the extra mile, always taking the hit for Taehyung if he had to. That's how he had earned the role of Taehyung's personal assistant. He had gusto in everything he did; and Taehyung admired that. 

     "Mr. Kim, here you need to take your pills." He thrusted a mixture of antidepressants and painkillers at Taehyung, who dry heaved at the sight.

   "Ah, I can't, Choi! Don't make me." He could feel his insides melting. Am I actually dying? But I am so young and successful this isn't fair. He thought, tears springing to his eyes as he rolled his forehead on the desk. Actually, I want this pain to end. Let me die. No one will care. He was pitying himself a lot recently. 

  Sang-Hoon rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

  "Mr. Kim. Take the pills. Mr. Jeon is going to be here any minute. We are supposed to have a team meeting, remember?" He reminded his boss. Taehyung looked up at his assistant and blinked rapidly.

  "When did you get so bossy? Was it after your glow up? You're an attractive guy, Choi. Huh."

"Boss, this is sexual harassment." 

 Taehyung groaned again. "Do I have to attend the meeting?" He didn't want to move, as he feared if he tried his head would just roll of his shoulders. Mr. Jeon can't see me like this. I need to sober up. He thought, trying to stand to his feet.

 "You should have given me a cold shower, Choi." Taehyung huffed, wobbling his way over to his intern and snatching the pills from his hand and chucking them into his mouth. He downed them without water and winced as they dragged all the way down his throat.

  "I did." Sang-Hoon rolled his eyes again. Taehyung raised his eyebrows in surprise. He had zero memory of that. He felt self conscious suddenly, his cheeks warming.