Jade's POV…
"Ugh... my head," I muttered, struggling to prop myself up on the side of the bed. The intrusive rays of sunlight streaming through the window only intensified my discomfort. It felt as if my eyes were being stabbed repeatedly, tempting me to retreat under the covers and shield myself. If it weren't for the relentless pressure in my bladder, I would've gladly surrendered to the urge.
"Oh, for crying out loud," I groaned, finally mustering the strength to rise from the edge of the bed.
I took a step toward the bathroom, but a sudden surge of pulsating pain seized my head, freezing me in place. A sharp hiss escaped my lips before I hurriedly made my way to the bathroom, where I emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet.
"No more alcohol for me," I mumbled, sinking onto the cold, unforgiving tiles. Leaning forward, my hands resting on my knees, I fought back the overwhelming nausea threatening to consume me. The taste in my mouth resembled a blend of dirt and cotton—as if I had feasted on it the previous night.
"I hate this hangover shit," I grumbled irritably, relieving myself in the toilet. My steps were lifeless as I returned to my room. Squinting my eyes against the piercing light coming through the window, I retrieved a fresh set of clothes from the top drawer of the dresser. After taking a quick bubble bath, I slicked my hair back into a neat ponytail. "I hope Tae is suffering even more than I am," I muttered under my breath as I walked out of my bedroom.
Every second felt like an eternity as I sluggishly made my way toward the living room. My head throbbed mercilessly, and another wave of nausea threatened to overpower me, tempting me to collapse and crawl the remaining distance.
Finally reaching the sofa, I collapsed onto it, leaning back with my eyes tightly shut. "I should have grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen from my nightstand's top drawer," I grumbled, still keeping my eyes closed.
"Dammit, I'm not going back for it," I muttered, my stomach churning with another spell of queasiness. Gently, I reached up and began massaging my temples in slow, circular motions, hoping to find some relief from the pounding headache. "If only I could just sleep the day away," I groaned, the pain intensifying.
Suddenly, Kookie appeared behind me, his presence a comforting sight. He replaced my hands with his own, his warm touch easing the ache in my temples. "Did you take something for your headache?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
I hesitated for a moment, contemplating whether to be honest or not. But knowing Kookie's tendency to worry about me, I quickly fibbed, "Yeah, I took some ibuprofen." I knew that if I admitted to not taking anything, he'd scold me like a concerned parent. A soft hum of satisfaction escaped my lips as his skilled hands worked their magic, alleviating the throbbing pain. Kookie's touch was truly a lifesaver.
"Thanks," I whispered, a gentle smile gracing my lips, even with my eyes closed.
"How long has it been since you took the pills?" he asked, increasing the pressure on my temple.
"Approximately ten to fifteen minutes ago," I fibbed once more. A sharp pain shot through me when he ceased massaging my temple. "Where are you off to?" I questioned as I opened my left eye and gazed up at him.
"I'm going to get something to help alleviate your and Tae's hangover," he replied, breaking into a jog toward the kitchen.
"Good morning, Jade," Tae bellowed, causing my headache to return full force.
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Playing With Fire
Fanfiction"I'll go into the kitchen to grab a few more glasses and snacks..." I started to say, but Jade linked her arm with mine and blurted out, "I'm coming with you." Turning to face her as soon as we were in the kitchen, I asked, "What's wrong? What have...
