Promise Flower

Embarrassed

I wake up the next morning with a terrible headache. It's been a while since I've had so much to drink in one night. The sunlight creeping into the room is burning through my dry eyes. Was I really that drunk?

"Morning, Sunshine."

I turn over in the bed and see Jimin stepping out of his bathroom. For some reason he's not wearing a shirt. Why? Where did his shirt go?? I look at him dumbfounded trying to replay the previous night in my head hoping I didn't say or do anything that would cause regrets.

"Hey," I mumble holding my head.

"Hang on," he says smiling and walking out of the room.

Typically I would stop him and tell him to get off of his feet, but right now I can barely see straight. What a fucking hangover.

"Here," he says returning with some pills and a bottle of water. "For your headache."

"Thanks," I say tossing the pills in my mouth and drowning them with water. "How are you awake and functioning right now?"

"I'm not a lightweight like some people," he jokes sitting next to me on the bed. "I can make you some hangover soup."

"You don't have to do that," I say laying my head back on the pillow. "I don't think it's that bad."

"No?" He says raising an eyebrow. "Do you remember throwing up in the middle of the night?"

"I what? Did I really?"

"Yup," he giggles. "You fell asleep then woke up 10 minutes later stumbling to the bathroom. Don't worry though, I made sure you got there."

"Shit," I whisper. "Sorry. I guess I had a bit more than I'm used to. I didn't...do anything else embarrassing, did I?"

"No, at least nothing that I thought was embarrassing." Something about the smile on his face is telling me otherwise.

"What else happened?"

"What do you remember?"

"I remember being on the couch...we were watching something, or trying to, I remember that much."

"Anything else?"

"Umm..." my head is killing me and trying to remember everything last night is only making it hurt more. What else even happened?

"Do you remember coming to bed?"

"No. Wait, I think? How did I get to bed?"

Jimin continues smiling not saying a word. I think harder about last night. He was pulling me by the arm into the bedroom after he said we should go to bed. After we kissed. We kissed. Holy shit we were making out.

"Remember now?" He asks reading the expression on my face.

Suddenly I'm embarrassed hiding my face behind the bedsheets. He only smiles and pulls the sheets away revealing my mortified face.

"Are you shy now that you've sobered up?" He asks tucking a bit of my hair behind my ear.

"No, I mean kind of. Shit, no. What I'm trying to say is..." what am I trying to say? We kissed. We made out. And I'm not upset about it, but I was so drunk. What the hell am I supposed to say?

"I'll make the soup for you," he chuckles. "I'll make sure you feel better, don't worry." He stands up and walks out of the room leaving me laying there lost in my mind.

He'll make sure I feel better? Does he remember what we did last night? Does he...want to do it again? Maybe a go at it sober to make sure it wasn't just a drunken mistake? Also I'd like to remember it better. No, what am I saying?