TW: Mention of sexual assault)
Seungmin cracked his eyes open painfully. He felt like he got hit by a truck. A big truck.
What the hell?
His sticky dry eyes watered and a tear trickled out of the corner of one and onto the floor. The floor. He was on the floor, his cheek plastered to the linoleum. Seungmin groaned, his entire body hurt and his mouth, was like a desert.
Last night... Ah shit I don't even know if I remember what happened.
He didn't want to move a muscle, but he new he would have to eventually, better get it over with.
He peeled his face off the floor, and squeezed his eyes shut when his head pounded violently.
Fuck. Me.
He sucked it up and got his arms underneath him, and pushed. The ache was almost unbearable, but he managed to stand unsteadily. His legs felt weak and he was so hungry he thought he might vomit. But mostly he needed water right this second.
Seungmin slowly made his way to his fridge and pulled open the door with a grunt of annoyance,
Why me?
He grabbed a bottle of water and chugged it eagerly, not caring when some spilled down his face and neck.
He finished it and leaned against the fridge door, catching his breath. He then grabbed another, tossing the empty over his shoulder, and repeated the process.
He felt like crap. And that was an understatement. He was still wearing Jisung's outfit and it was uncomfortable as hell, Seungmin could have sworn he felt every seam and thread digging into his skin.
I should probably shower...
The question was, could he even stand that long though?
Whatever, I have to get out of these clothes before I lose my mind.
He drug himself to his room and started stripping out of the party outfit, struggling to pull the tight pieces of clothing off.
Seungmin tried to focus on remembering what happened the previous night.
At the party I was dancing... with Hongjoong? Yah. Drunk? Yah.
He got the leather pants off finally and rubbed at the seam indents on his thighs.
I went to the bathroom to pee right? Then I ran into Hyunjin... Shit, Hyunjin?!
Seungmin mentally slapped himself, of course he was there.
I went back to Hongjoong and he got us more drinks... and then. And then I-
Don't remember. Fuck.
But he did remember that Hyunjin was the one who took him back...
He peeled the last of the clothes off and sighed in relief, flopping down on his bed in his underwear.
Hyunjin was there.
Wait, but Han was there too... right?
Seungmin pushed a hand threw his hair, annoyed. His stomach growled loudly.
"I'm so hungry I could die," he complained out loud. He clutched his stomach and curled up in a ball on his side.
He had a bigger problem though, his job. He had his fast food job today from noon to five.
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Fanfiction"What are you doing," Seungmin demanded breathily. Hyunjin thought that was a very good question. He must have been losing his mind, but he smiled as he pulled a keychain out of Seungmin's pocket and dangled it in front of his face, "What do you...
