cabin fever - jean k x reader

Lake Titan

Cw: strong language

I woke up in my bed, half naked, with a killer headache. I'm covered in what appears to be my own vomit. How did I even end up here? Who brought me back? What time is it?

Someone is pounding on my door, the frantic and loud sound of the knocking is doing nothing to soothe the pain in my head. "Okay I HEAR you! Hold on!" I yell, with clear annoyance.

I lug myself out of bed, my stomach churning and my mouth drier than the desert. I put on the first shirt I see and stumble to the door. I open it and the blinding sun makes me unable to see who is standing in front of me.

"Are you still fucking sleeping?? It's almost 9:30." Once my eyes adjust to the light I can barely make out  Jean looking down at me. Visibly irritated.

I rub my eyes and let my vision refocus. I look up at the man standing in front of me and suddenly memories of our bodies glued together on the dancefloor last night come flooding back. Oh my god. Did I really dance with Jean last night? Like THAT? I guess this morning's hangover is proof enough of how obliterated I must have been last night. I barely remember anything. Just images of things that happened.

"Y/N?" I guess I zoned out.

"Oh uhm, I'm sorry. Let me just get my ." Jean cuts me off.

"Pants on?" Jean smirks.

"What?!" I look down and see my legs bare. My red lace thong is barely covered by the oversized t-shirt I threw on. "Oh my god."

I reflexively slammed the door in Jean's face and turned around to find a pair of shorts to put on.

"We don't have all day." I hear a grumpy voice mutter from the other side of the door.

"Right. Uh. Sorry. One second." I spot a pair of probably still dirty bike shorts, and throw on my ankle length hiking boots. I open the door once again, to the same sight as before.

"Let's go." I say

"It's about time." Jean says, with a slight smile.

Jean and I make quick work of the walk to the gym. My head is still rocking and my stomach hasn't quite settled.

"Do you have any water?" I ask.

Jean pulls out his water bottle from his drawstring bag and hands it to me. I take it and drink. I accidentally chug the whole thing.

"Sorry." I hand the bottle back to Jean. He takes it from me and puts it back in his bag. "Nah, but you're going to regret drinking it that fast."

"What? Why?" Suddenly I can feel the intense heat of the beating sun on my body. My limbs feel shaky and something is having a party in my stomach. I turn and see a garbage can. "Oh." I manage to squeak out before my head is in the trash and I'm hurling out all the alcohol from the night before, and the water I just drank.

"I'm having deja vu." Jean speaks from behind me.

I wipe my mouth and nose and look up at him. "What?" I say breathlessly.

"If my memory serves, this isn't the first time you've puked at camp this year. Pretty impressive since we're not even a week in."

I roll my eyes. "Oh. Right."

We finally make it to the gym and I'm surprised to see the windows are already clean. That was the only  thing we had left to do.

"Did you finish cleaning?" I ask Jean

"Yeah, it didn't take long. I figured I'd get started without you, and before I knew it I was done."

"You didn't have to do that, you could've come and gotten me earlier. Not that you needed to come and get me, I should've been up. I'm sorry by the way."