Hyunin Oneshots [HIATUS]

Drunk dazed pt.2

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The sunlight filtered softly through the blinds, warming Hyunjin’s face as he slowly opened his eyes. His head throbbed painfully, like someone had bashed a hammer in his head the night prior.

Blinking his eyes, he tried to push himself up, but his body refused to cooperate. It felt like his brain was jumbled up and was not able to command his limbs to move.

He groaned, pulling the blanket tighter over his head, hoping his headache would magically disappear.. Last night felt like a distant memory, a blur of loud music and loads and loads of alcohol.

When he was enough in his head to think properly, the images from last night came rushing in. It was fuzzy at best, but the sense of embarrassment lingered like a bitter taste on the tip of his tongue.

He tried to remember what exactly had happened—how much he had drunk, who he had talked to—but all he could recall were flashes of faces, bright lights, and the overwhelming pressure of his own thought.

Turning to his right to see what time it was, he caught sight of a small note resting on the bedside table, its corner poking out from underneath his phone.

With a careful breath, Hyunjin reached for the note, squinting at the words scribbled in a rushed but familiar handwriting.

"Hyunjin,
I had to leave for my morning shift. Don't worry, I made you hangover soup and there's some fresh fruits. They're in the fridge.
– Jeongin"

A sense of warmth spread through him. It was like his heart and his stomach were simultaneously filled with a combination of gratitude and embarrassment.

He had been so drunk last night, so out of it, that the idea of Jeongin taking care of him felt both comforting and mortifying.

Jeongin… Of course, it had been Jeongin. His junior in college and, for some reason, the person who always seemed to know exactly what Hyunjin needed, even when Hyunjin himself didn’t.

With a deep sigh, Hyunjin pushed himself up into a sitting position. The movement sent a wave of dizziness through him, and he braced himself against the bedframe, waiting for the dizziness to go away.

He ran a hand through his messy hair, cringing as he recalled the events of the night before. It wasn’t just the alcohol that left him with a sense of dread; it was everything he might have said, everything he might have done.

He couldn’t quite recall the details, but the feeling of doing something foolish lingered. The thought of Jeongin seeing him in that state made his stomach churn uncomfortably.

Reluctantly, he stood up, his body protesting the movement. The cool floor felt good under his feet as he shuffled toward the kitchen, his mind still swirling with the memory of the previous night’s events.

As he opened the fridge, a wave of comfort washed over him. There, in a neatly arranged container, was the hangover soup Jeongin had promised.

Beside it, a small bowl of sliced fruit sat, the bright colors almost mocking his discomfort. The simple gesture from Jeongin—the care, the thoughtfulness—made him feel both touched and guilty.

His stomach grumbled, protesting the lack of food, and Hyunjin couldn’t help but smile a little, despite the lingering headache.

As he scooped some of the soup into a bowl, he found himself thinking back to the night before—his laughter, his words, the way Jeongin had looked at him.

Had he said something? Done something that would make Jeongin uncomfortable? He shook his head, trying to push those thoughts away. He couldn’t let his insecurities take over.