Whispers of moonlight ✨

Hangover Haze

[next day morning]

I opened my eyes the next morning to a throbbing ache throughout my body.

I realized I was sleeping on the floor, with him beside me, my head resting on his arm.

Hastily, I slapped myself awake and sat up, taking in the mess surrounding us.

The entire house was in disarray, and my head felt like it was going to explode-clearly, a hangover.

I struggled to gather my thoughts amidst the chaos.

"Ah, my head," I groaned, clutching it as I collapsed onto the sofa.

This was the first time I'd experienced such a hangover, and I was stunned by the state of the room.

Everything was a mess-pillow feathers strewn about, items disturbed, and some pillows haphazardly thrown to the ground. And then there was us.

I closed my eyes, trying to piece together the events of last night.

We had started singing, maybe a karaoke session? And then...

"What the hell?" I exclaimed, remembering the impromptu boxing match we had and the pillow fight that ensued.

"What happened?" he jolted awake at my scream, clearly concerned by my distress.

I buried my face in my hands, mortified.

He sat on the floor while I remained on the sofa, holding my hand and gently prompting me to explain.

But I couldn't find the words.

I gestured around the room, indicating the mess, leaving him equally speechless.

We both sat in silence for a moment before he joined me on the sofa.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, turning towards him.

I felt utterly lost for words, overwhelmed by embarrassment.

He chuckled softly, amused by my predicament. But his laughter grated on my already frazzled nerves.

"Ah, what? I didn't mean for any of this to happen. I don't even remember what happened yesterday," I babbled, on the verge of tears.

He turned to me, his large hands enclosing mine, a comforting gesture.

"Calm down," he said, his eyes meeting mine as I stared at the ground, unable to meet his gaze.

"I know you didn't do this on purpose, but it happened," he reassured me gently.

"We can clean it up now, so don't dwell on it, okay?"

"But... I..." I began, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips.

"Shh.."

"I said it's fine. Don't think about it or you'll only hurt your head more," he insisted, removing his finger but still holding onto my hands.

I nodded, but the pounding in my head intensified. I grasped my head with the same hands he had just held.

"It hurts," I whimpered, closing my eyes against the pain.

"Stay here. I'll make some hangover soup for you. It'll help," he said, getting up from the sofa.

I remained silent, my entire focus on the agony in my head, feeling like it might burst at any moment.

"By the way, you sing well," he teased, loud enough for me to hear despite the pounding in my head.

"What?" I forgot my headache momentarily, turning to him.

"Ah, ah, ahhh," I winced in pain.

"Never mind," he chuckled and headed off to make the soup.

[After 15 minutes]

After 15 minutes, everything fell silent. He returned with the soup and placed it on the coffee table.

"I know you hate hot things, but you need to have it while it is hot," he said, concern lacing his voice.

"Hmm," I acknowledged.

"But don't rush. Take your time," he added, his care evident in his words.

I nodded, grateful for his consideration, but as I waited for the soup to cool down.

I found myself trying to recall the events of the previous night. However, nothing seemed to click.

I strained my memory even harder, and suddenly, a vivid recollection surfaced.

[Flashback]

As we conversed last night, he said something incredibly endearing that made my cheeks flush with warmth.

Sensing my discomfort, I asked him,

"Am I burning?"

He looked at me intently, then withdrew the hands that had been holding the ice jar since our conversation began.

Cupping my cheeks gently, he replied,

"Not anymore."

Time seemed to freeze as our eyes locked, and we stared at each other for what felt like an eternity.

Then, just as suddenly,

everything went blank.

[End of Flashback]

As reality snapped back into focus, I turned to Jungkook.

"Jungkook?"

"Hmm?" he responded, meeting my gaze.

"Did something happen yesterday?" I ventured cautiously.

"Yeah, a lot of things," he confirmed, his expression thoughtful as he recounted the events of the previous night.

"What happened?" I inquired, anticipation building as he paused, seemingly recollecting.

I grabbed the soup bowl, deciding to distract myself with something tangible before it cooled down.

"You held a mini concert and had a boxing match with me, and..."

he trailed off, gesturing at the mess around us, clearly amused.

I couldn't help but cringe at the reminder of my antics.

'Aishh, why did I even ask?' I chastised myself silently.

To steer the conversation away from my embarrassment, I took a sip of the soup.

"Ahh, this is too good," I remarked, attempting to mask my embarrassment with enthusiasm.

"Ah is it?" he teased, catching onto my attempt to deflect, laughter twinkling in his eyes.

Caught red-handed, I couldn't help but laugh along with him.

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