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Blind Spot

I wake up with my face buried into a hard surface. I groan at the pain in my neck and back. The light streaming through my windows is blinding. I sit up, trying to focus on what I was sleeping against. I gasp, my hand shooting up to my mouth as I realize that I had been sleeping on Hoseok. I try to stand up, and a sharp pain courses through my stomach. I gag, getting up and running to the bathroom to throw up. I sit for a moment, my head ringing.

"Here." Hoseok speaks from behind me, making me jump. "Gatorade helps get some electrolytes in you." He kneels beside me, handing me a bottle of blue Gatorade from my fridge. I take a drink of it.

"I''m-I'm so sorry." I apologize. "I sh-sh-shouldn't have called." He tilts his head at me, a frown finding its way to his face. My mind wanders for a moment. He's very pretty.

"I want you to call me. I don't want you to go through this type of thing alone." He tugs his lip between his teeth. "Actually, you shouldn't drink, Tae. Those medications can't be mixed with alcohol. It can cause a lot of damage." I roll my eyes. I didn't necessarily mean to show my annoyance at the statement, but it happened anyway.

"Damage? Like-like brain," I swallow hard, "d-dam-age." I stare at him, watching as his face gets red.

"I didn't mean to make it sound like that. I was just-."

"J-just what?" I snap. Something in the way his face is turning red irritates me more. I can't stop the words from spilling out of my mouth. I can't stop the emotions once they start. "I-I-I don't ne-ne-need your help. You're just being s-stupid. S-so stupid. Dumb-Dumbass." He closes his eyes, nodding his head slowly.

"I know you don't mean those things." He stands up. "I know that you don't, but I'm not going to sit here and let you say them anyway. Yes, you have a brain injury-."

"Damage."

"Injury." He finalizes. "And you can say how much you don't want or need me, but you're the one who drunk dialed me. There is nothing wrong with needing help, Kim TaeHyung."

He spins on his heels, walking out of the bathroom and sitting down on the couch in the living room. I feel awful for saying mean things to him, but I honestly just can't help it. I can't switch off emotions on my own. I don't even know how they get switched on. I stay in the bathroom, listening to the way he breathes in the living room. It sounds like he's crying. He finally came back after I basically tried to kill him, and I still do this. I raise a fist, smacking my pounding head harshly. I called him stupid, but in all reality it's me that's the stupid one.

I get up, making my way to the living room. Hoseok sits on the couch, the tv remote in his hands. His cheeks are a little red and wet, but anyone seeing him wouldn't really notice he is crying at all. I sit beside him, unable to look him in the eyes.

"I'm s-sorry I said you're stu-stu-p-pid." I apologize.

"It's okay. You're not the first person to call me stupid." He smiles, but I don't think he truly means it. "So. What's wrong?"

"W-what?"

"What's wrong?" He leans closer to me, his brown eyes staring into my own. It makes me want to shiver. I glance down at his lips, noticing that they're extremely chapped. "You said before you don't like people that drink, yet you were really drunk. That's not a normal thing people do unless something is wrong." I blow air out, shaking my head. He crosses his arms.

"I feel like after you choke me in a completely unsexual manner I at least deserve to know what's wrong." He cracks a smile, not even knowing that he's making me feel a little uncomfortable. I sigh, finally meeting his eyes.

"The-the problem i-is y-y-you." I say. "Well, me-e choking y-you." I bite down on my bottom lip. Hoseok nods, his lips pressing together in a tight line. "I... I d-don't trust myse-self with y-you."