untouchable

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Jill wakes up with a head-splitting hangover. She groans as she buries her face deeper on the pillows.

That's strange. It smells different. Even the fluff of the pillows feels different.

A brief moment of panic crosses her mind, then the flashbacks from last night comes crashing in. Oh right, she went out with workmates, blahblahblah, and you offered your place for her to stay.

Jill doesn't feel well but commands herself to slightly sit upright. She looks around the slightly dim room, all alone. What time is it? She looks for a clock on your nightstand, but finds her phone instead. That's better.

With squinted eyes, she unlocks her phone. Messages and missed calls from her family and friends, some notifications, spam texts, etc. Jill groans as she mentally takes note of checking it all later and replying once she's more conscious.

Wait, what time is it again? Jill completely missed her objective of checking her phone in the first place.

She turns her screen on once, 9:10. Ah, it's nine in the morning. Then goes back to lying sideways on the bed.

Nine in the morning! Jill slept that long? She jolts with a start this time combined with panic as she realizes she slept in. How embarrassing could she be to overstay her welcome! She ignores the pounding on her head from her sudden movement as she meticulously makes your bed. Crap, Jill actually liked lying there because the smell of the sheets is just oddly comforting, most probably because of the fact that it's yours. She draws the curtains open to let some natural light in. That's when she notices the still cold Pocari Sweat on the bedside table, a glass of water, and a softgel capsule.

Without further ado, Jill takes the medicine to aid her throbbing head and is thankful for the cold electrolyte drink for she's parched. She finished the whole bottle in one go. Jill slaps her cheeks to shake off the remnants of sleep, and takes some deep breaths to calm herself down. She won't lie, now that the liquid courage is gone, Jill immediately feels nervous and self-conscious.

Because what happened to being cautious? It's only been 2 weeks since she's back in your orbit and she already slept at your place? And even insisted to share the bed together? Jill pulls at her hair in frustration for her lack of self-control. Well, at least she didn't confess something huge, right? The events from last night are still blurry, but if she tries hard enough, Jill can recall.

"You'll be fine, Jill! Magkaibigan naman kayo ni Y/N, no need to panic!" She tries to peptalk herself.

Luckily, she was out cold instantly so Jill didn't have time overthinking her choices last night. But present Jill is now plagued by that. You win some, you lose some.

Jill can smell whatever it is you're cooking, and the grumbling of her stomach was shamefully loud she's so grateful she's all alone at the moment. Though before she could get out of the door, she perceives her yesterday clothes neatly folded on the chair. She picks it up, and it smells... fresh? It doesn't reek of alcohol, or sweat, or traces of her perfume. It smells like the fabric conditioner you always use on your sheets. You even carefully ironed it because it doesn't have any creases.

"Fuck, I told her last night not to wash it, pero she still did. How kulit can you get, Y/N?" Jill frustratedly asks no one while she's palming her face. You must have gotten up in the middle of the night to launder her clothes, but to also iron it? You're annoying! Jill is so annoyed of you... but she's also touched.

Now this is just embarrassing and endearing and you're even cooking breakfast? What a freaking perfect host! Jill now understands Shein's stories about how you're the caretaker of the group on wasted night outs.