BTS Eighth Member | The Life: Year 2017

Chapter 101- Morning Hangover

November 27th, 2017:

I woke up to whispers of my name. I groggily opened my eyes feeling like absolute sh*t.

"Hanbin oppa?" I groan when I saw his outline from only opening my eyes a tiny amount, "I thought you went home..." I yawn rubbing my eyes tiredly and rolling over not wanting to wake up.

"I slept on your couch," he says, "wanted to make sure you made it to work today".

I just groaned, covering my eyes and rubbing my face aggressively. My shoulder felt exta stiff.

"I got you coffee and some hangover cure," he says, stroking my hair and slowly lowering my arms from my face forcing me to start waking up.

"Was yesterday as bad as I remember it?" I question slowly sitting up, honestly not remembering all of the night.

"Umm... yeah... probably," Hanbin says smiling awkwardly, "for you, it was probably a bit intense".

I sigh groaning once more and let myself fall back onto my pillow.

"It's okay, I'm pretty most people won't remember it," Hanbin says trying to reassure me, "... like you," he chuckles.

"Did I punch Jia? Or was that just in my mind?" I question, finally sitting up and starting to get out of bed.

"That was in your mind," Hanbin chuckles.

"Thank god," I mutter taking some leggings and a hoodie from my closet to have after I showered downstairs, "urgh, I shouldn't have gone. It was a mistake".

We go down the stairs and I see Inigo on the couch. I immediately go to sit down next to him and start stroking him as he rolled over leaning his body on me.

"Here," Hanbin says, handing me a hangover cure which I down in one and then an iced coffee with ibuprofen, "and I don't know, it was nice seeing you get a little jealous. Means you actually love me".

"What do you mean actually love you," I laugh, "of course I do. I don't date people I don't love. And you got jealous too if I remember properly. After that guy did karaoke with me," I grin.

"Yeah... well... he was getting a little too into," Hanbin scoffs, sitting down on my armchair, "and You're The One That I Want? Isn't he being a bit too obvious?"

I laugh at him still being jealous of Daniel.

"You really didn't have to stay," I say taking a sip of the coffee along with ibuprofen, "how are you fine? Did you not drink?".

"I'm not the biggest fan of alcohol," he admits frowning, "and it's okay, I only have rehearsal later today, I said I'd be in the studio so no one's gonna be looking for me," he says, "... and it gave me a chance to get closer to your son," he grins looking at Inigo.