What never should've happened.

Hangover

Y/N's POV

7:15 a.m.

An obnoxiously loud pounding resounded in your head and your mouth felt as if you had slept with a cotton ball in it. With each pounding noise your head felt as if it was going to explode.

Ugh...you turned and noticed how your sheets felt on your skin. That woke you up. You shouldn't be able to feel that much of your sheets. When you threw them off to see what was going on, you were shocked to see yourself only in underwear.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" You screamed and everything came flooding back into your very hungover brain. The news in the media, Yoongi trying to explain himself, your talk with Huang and Lena...and your stupid decision to drown your stress in single malt scotch.

The following images came back in an onslaught. You chain smoking and drinking like there was no tomorrow...without having had anything to eat in the entire day but the crackers Eunji gave you and the salad you had for lunch. Rookie mistake.

Then Yoongi video calling you and you deciding it was smart to jump around to Nightwish on your balcony. Yoongi yelled at you and you remember feeling scared and sad, but you also remembered his eyes: they were panicked, the fear in them was real. This wasn't Yoongi trying to hurt you, it was Yoongi worried sick and trying to bring you back to your senses.

The time it passed from your scream, through your flashbacks to the next thing was less than fifteen seconds.

"NOONA!", you heard Huang scream as he barged through your bedroom door.

You screamed again as he stood there, petrified, looking at you on your bed in your underwear and looking at him.

"Get out!" One of your pillows flew at him and he expertly dodged it, he turned around and crouched.

"Mianheyo! Mianheyo!!!! I knocked, I kept knocking and you wouldn't answer. And then you screamed and I panicked." He apologized over and over again.

So that was the pounding sound, Huang knocking on your bedroom door. You scrambled to cover yourself with the sheets, wrapped yourself around them and grabbed your phone before sprinting for the bathroom.

"Why are you in my house anyway? In my room?" You asked through the door as you took a look at yourself in the mirror. You looked like shit.

Smeared eyeliner and mascara, there was an imprint of what you believed was a pillow wrinkle across your right cheek and your hair was a mess.

"I'm sorry! Yoongi-ssi texted last night to say you were in bad shape and I promised I'd make sure you got to work on time...Oh, shit! Yoongi's going to kill me!" Now Huang sounded scared.

"Why!?"

"He warned me about you being only in your underwear and that I should beware. Shit. I'm sorry! I just panicked!"

Yoongi texted Huang? why? You unblocked your phone and there were a plethora of notifications. Twelve missed calls from Huang, four texts from Lena, a snoozed alarm and one call and three texts from Yoongi.

Snoozed alarm?

"Fuck! Huang, why didn't you wake me up sooner?" You immediately took off your underwear and jumped in the cold shower. No time to wait for it to heat. "Fuck!" You whispered yelled when the cold water hit your back.

"I've been calling since 6:30 and knocking for the past 15 minutes, you were snoring! Just hurry, I'll wait in the car." You heard footsteps as you began to wash your body.

You smelled of rancid cigarette smoke and booze. Thank God you didn't have any physical meetings today, just virtual ones. It took ten minutes for you to wash your hair and be out of the shower. You slipped on a flowy black dress that reached your knees, a cream blazer and cream flats, fuck the heels.