INEVITABLE; taehyung [✓]

8;

i pried my tired eyes open, placing my hand in front of my eyes as a shield, for a bright beam of sunlight was seeping through my curtains. i rubbed the sleep from my eyes, pushing myself into a sitting position. i yawned tiredly, smacking my mouth a couple times, and odd flavor becoming distinct within the depths of my morning breath.

black coffee.

i had forgotten the events from last night, my mind like a blank canvas. my eyes landed on my nightstand, where my phone was neatly placed, and i reached forward and grasped it, clicking it on to see several text message notifications from miyoung;

miyoungie
u okay? u haven't answered my calls

miyoungie
JENNNAAAAA WAKE UP

miyoungie
did taehyung drug u when he took u home because u never sleep this late

miyoungie
if they find ur body in the harbor i know who killed u

me
wait taehyung took me home?

miyoungie
u r alive!

miyoungie
and yes, because u sprained ur ankle when u fell down the stairs and onto tae

miyoungie
u don't remember?

me
no?

miyoungie
idk what's wrong w/ u then

i clicked my phone off, my eyebrows softly knitting together as i tossed it carelessly onto my bed. i ran my fingers through my hair, grabbing fistfuls of my hair and gently tugging on it, trying to pry throughout the deepest recesses of my brain for the events that happened last night. i remembered ordering coffee, seeing taehyung, returning hoseok's phone, but nothing more after that.

i was beginning to think the barista drugged my coffee.

i heaved myself off of my bed, seeing my boots from yesterday neatly placed beside my bed, along with my jacket hung on the doorknob of my bedroom door. i narrowed my eyes at my jacket, seeing a tiny folded slip of paper slightly hanging out of one of the pockets. i proceeded to walk towards the jacket, but shrieked in pain once i put pressure on my ankle.

i must've really hurt my ankle.

i inched towards the jacket, limping, reaching into the pocket that contained the slip of paper, pulling it out and unfolding it.

if you ever sprain your ankle and need someone to fall on, call me (312) xxx-xxxx

~taehyung

what a dork.

i smiled at the slip of paper, folding it neatly and placing it back into my jacket pocket. i moved the jacket from my doorknob to my coat hanger beside my closet door, grasping the door knob and twisting it, leaving my bedroom and limping towards the stairs. i carefully walked down the stairs, making sure i didn't apply too much pressure to my ankle.

immediately as i reached the first floor, the wonderful smell of eggs, bacon, and toast filled my senses with delight. i inhaled deeply, sighing as i walked towards the kitchen, seeing my mother standing at the stove, and iron skillet handle clutched in her hand tightly, a spatula in the other.

"morning momma." i kissed her cheek, giving her a pat on the shoulder as i reached beside her towards the toaster, which had two pieces of toast sticking out of the top. i grabbed a slice, taking a large bite out of it.