Seokjin centric oneshot (jin×bangtan)

Cry for him pt2

An:-

Ship:- Yoonjin

Angst:- maybe a little??

Level of angst:- moderate

//tw// mentions of attempted ass*lts work place har*ssment, e*ting disorders //tw//

//TRIGGER WARNING// mentions of s**ual ass*lt// TRIGGER WARNING//

Tw provided

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"Ugh....." Seokjin groaned. He tried to open his eyes, but it was just too bright. "Fuck...." he groaned again, turning around, but suddenly a throbbing headach took over. It was like a thousand knives were piearcing through his forehead. He whined, trying to make sense of it all, his body aching and fighting and his eyes not being able to adjust to the lights and now his stomach grumbling and making complaints he did not quite understood.

"Ahhhh!" He yelled out frustrated, "hyung? Oh my god are you ok?" Came a familiar voice but it was just too much to make sense, "ah...." he groaned instead. "Wait a sec hyung...." and with that someone walked beside him, helping him up, putting some pillows so he can rest his back, pulled the curtain close to dim out the lightning a bit, then they walked away in some other room. Seokjin opened his eyes, his breaths unsteady. It hurted a bit but felt a little better.

He looked around, it was a room, kept well. Guitar which he kind of recognized, the cupboard half open revealing clothes stacked perfectly on top of each other. Some t shirts, some trousers, some good shirts some ties and all. He sighed, rubbing his eyes. He just cant seem to remember anything, where the heck he was, how the fuck he came here and most importantly what was he doing on a strange persons bed and why was that strange person trying to help him?

"What's going on?" He mumbled out loud, opening his eyes again and noticing the blue and white stripped sleeves of the sweater he was apparently wearing. It seemed to familiar. He touched it, looked down to find himself covered with some blanket. But the sweater peaked through and so did the print. It...was....his...

Except....he hasnt seen it in past 5 years. Or since he....broke up. "Hyung..." seokjin flinched and looked up at the voice. "Yoongi?" Seokjin mumbled out softly. Yoongi stood there with a glass of water in his hand and something secured in his fist, "hyung are you feeling better now?" He asked. "Yeah...but......what...no. How did i ended up here?" Seokjin asked looking up into yoogis eyes.

"I dont know either hyung, but what i know is that i got you from my apartment lobby.... with uh.....well......" yoongi shut himself. "Oh...yeah....i... was at my bosses party....." seokjin mumbled. "Did....did something happened there?" Yoongi asked cautiously. Seokjin frowned, looked up at yoongi, "i dont know...i dont....i dont remember...." seokjin replied.

Yoongi closed his eyes and nodded his head in understanding, "its ok hyung...please have this..." he said unfurling his wrist to reveal a small pink tablet. "What is it?" Jin questioned tilting his head a little, "its...uh...hangover pills.... it'll help you with your headache and dizziness and nauseousness." Yoongi said. Seokjin's eyes widened, as his face turned into an expression of surpirse and shock meanwhile his ears turned red and blood started to rush into his neck and his cheeks.

"I- i was drunk? Oh my god! Am sorry! Shit. Yoon- yoongi i didnt meant to get drunk! Oh my god! What a nuisance i must have been to you! To...TO MY BOSS AND HER GUESTS AS WELL! NO... NO NO .....I MUST APOLOGIZE RIGHT NOW!" Seokjin yelled in realization, starting to remove the blanket off his legs. "Hyung hyung hyung wait! KIM SEOKJIN WAIT!" Yoongi yelled back in response, making the man infront of him flinch and sit back down.