Picture of Love (Jung Hoseok fan fiction)

1. "She-Bang!"

A/N - HELLO! This is my second fanfic and I haven't written anything in like 5 years so if I suck tell me. Please enjoy and give feed back!

Also my original main characters are not based on the girls in the picture. This was just the closest I could come to them with google ha ha.

Waking up to a raging headache and nausea everyday never gets old when you aim to live the life of a superstar musician. I can't even remember the last time I woke up perfectly healthy after a gig and that was fine by me.

I can feel the sun trying to pulverize me from the hotel window as I open my eyes. I immediately try to shy away from it and end up bumping into my band mate Carrie. She gives a tired moan as she rolls further away from me.

How and why is Carrie in my bed?

I peek over her at the second king sized bed in the hotel room to see Leyah and some guy she must of brought home last night without us noticing. Fuck. Carrie definitely got kicked out of her shared bed with Leyah and decided to bunk with me instead of Vicky in the next room on the couch. What else is new?

I take a glance at the digital clock on the nightstand. 4:56 PM. "Guys! We gotta move! Get up!" I yell, not helping my own hangover, but all the while moving like a bat out of hell trying to get the band ready for tonight. I walk around the bed and give Carrie a few good shakes until she sat upright. I move into the next room to Vicky, saving Leyah's sorry ass for last.

"Vicky. Come on babe, you gotta get up." I lean down and shake her a little gentler than I shook Carrie because I know she drank a little more than the rest of last night. "Vicky?" I said softly. "Hmm?" She responded still tucked into the couch with her back to me. "We have a show tonight honey and it's already five o'clock so I'm gonna need your ass to cooperate. I have a headache too and I'm sure the others do as well. Can you please get up for me?" I spoke calmly and softly even though I wanted to do anything but. She turned around slowly, opened her eyes just a slither and nodded best she could. Her pixie cut hair didn't change much since the night before, but her light brown skin was a little puffy in the face for obvious reason.

"Great!" I switched back to my yelling tone of voice to make my sure I got my point across and stand back up. "I'm glad we had this talk!" I start to walk away as Vicky said her peace. "Really Char!?" I laugh and continue walking towards Leyah's bed. "You all didn't make me the leader for nothing!" I yell over my shoulder.

"Hey! You!" I chanted at Leyah and her boy toy. I wasted no time as I pull the covers off of the both of them, not caring for the parts that were nude, but paid them no mind anyways. Leyah's long dark brown curls were in complete disarray, going in every direction. Her make up from the night before was smeared all over her tan skin.

"What the fuck Char?!" Leyah raged immediately after the covers were ripped from her, almost like she had already been awake.

"What the fuck Char- Can we skip all the bullshit and get to work? Starting with you. Get out." I say directly to Boy Toy who also seems to be awake. "Whoa! Who even-" I ignore him walk over to Carrie who seems to have fallen back to sleep.

"Carrie I swear for God if your ass is not in that shower in minutes there will be hell to pay...CARRIE!"

"I'M COMING!" Carrie fumbles out of bed and angrily makes her way to the bathroom. Her bleach blonde hair was also in knots and not pretty at all. Her pale skin on her face and chest were red all over from her hangover.

"Good now back to you. Out. Please." I figured using actual manners wouldn't hurt this time around. If it would get this creep out of our too then so be it.