Oh Fuck

1

The annoying ringing of my phone pulled me out of sleep, but I tried to resist. My pillow became my accomplice as I pulled it over my head. However, the touch made me hiss; yesterday had definitely involved too much alcohol. 

"Man... finally answer your damn phone, I want to sleep," I heard someone grumble next to me, and I froze... Who was in bed with me? Shocked, I let the pillow slide off my face and looked down at myself... I was completely naked. Next to me, I saw a naked shoulder peeking out from under the blanket, but the head was hidden under the pillow, just like mine was a moment ago. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember anything from last night's party. Great job, Yeosang, your first time and you don't even know how it went... The ringing of my phone interrupted my thoughts again, and I reached beside the bed to grab it from my crumpled pants lying there. When I looked at the display, an annoyed sigh escaped me. It was only 7 a.m., and our manager had nothing better to do than wake me up. As I answered, I was immediately greeted by an angry and way too loud voice. 

"Tell me, Yeosang, are you out of your mind? Do you want me to go gray or have a heart attack? You know what? Maybe I should just jump off a bridge because the CEO is blaming me for what you've done." he shouted at me, causing me to hold the phone away from my ear and grimace in pain. 

"Take it easy, what did I do?" I asked confusedly. 

"Are you kidding me, Yeosang? Were you so drunk that you don't remember?" he yelled at me. 

"Well... yes..." I admitted quietly, and he audibly exhaled on the other end, seemingly trying to calm himself down. 

"Apparently, you thought it was a good idea to get married while drunk... as if that wasn't bad enough, you two idiots also announced it on Twitter. Including some rather interesting kissing pictures... I've been dealing with the manager of BTS for the past three hours, trying to figure out how to minimize the damage from this chaos." Horrified, I dropped my phone. I got married? Nervously, I ran my hand through my hair and looked beside me. Oh God, please no... I thought I knew who was lying there, but I still hoped it was at least the person I had had a crush on for years. Please let it be Jungkook... please don't let it be someone else. I repeated this mantra in my mind over and over again. I remembered the last dare we had during Truth or Dare. Go to a wedding chapel and inquire about different wedding packages. Oh fuck... what had we done? Inquire and not actually go through with it...

Now knowing exactly who was lying next to me, I pulled the pillow off his head. 

"Yoongi... wake up. We've made a huge mess." 

"Mh? Don't be so dramatic, I wouldn't exactly call a hot night with me a mess. Or are you secretly married and I'm about to get beaten up?" he said with a grin before rubbing his eyes and yawning. 

"Well... yes and no... just take a look at Twitter." I handed him my phone. He scrolled through, and his eyes widened more and more until he reached the post he had written last night, and then he looked at me in disbelief. 

"Oh fuck..."