Elements - A BTS fanfic

Chapter 9 - Liar

There's hangovers, and then there's hangovers.

They can leave you with a little headache, which is easily overcome by drinking lots of water to ease the dehydration.

They can also make your whole body ache, nausea washing over each time you try to move your head. During these hangovers, it becomes clear there isn't a worse feeling in the world, and you can only promise yourself to never ever drink again.

That's the hangover I felt when I woke up in a different place than my own bed this morning.

I groaned softly as the one ray of sunshine peaking through the curtains decided to go straight into my eye, intensifying my headache. Slowly I started to remember Jungkook's party from yesterday again. It took me a good five minutes to realise I was still at his mansion, recognising the marble floor of the bedroom that seemed to be a common theme in the house.

Another groan left my lips as I turned over to lie on my back. Even though the king sized was extremely comfortable, it didn't sooth the pain of my body in the slightest. 

How on earth had I ended up in this state?

I had experienced hangovers before, sometimes overestimating the amount of Sir Tsumin's alcohol I could deal with. However, they never made me feel this weak and awful.

I stared at the ceiling in concentration to remember yesterday's events. I could still clearly remember the chaos entailing around Alison and Jimin, and how confused and angry she had seemed at me. I couldn't help but smile softly as I recalled how I had shooed her away, probably with the help of the liquid courage provided by Yoongi and Jungkook earlier that night. However after she left and I had spoken to Krystal, we had opened numerous bottles of spirits. Yoongi had made me some more delicious drinks and in an attempt to impress them, I had sipped a bit too quickly on the first two cups. 

Everything after that seemed to blur. 

I could only slightly remember Jimin's smile and how he had repeated how cool I was for helping him out. A foreign feeling erupted in my stomach as I thought of him, different to the heat in my core that seemed to appear often recently ever since the 'sex talk' with Jungkook. I couldn't quite place it, and it threw me off.

A soft knock on the door startled me, bringing me down from my train of thoughts. "Come in." I said, immediately regretting allowing someone  - most likely a good-looking Asian boy being part of BTS - to enter and see me in this state.

I pulled the covers higher as Jin walked in, Jimin following behind with a something that looked like tray of food in his hands.

"Good morning, sunshine!" Jimin said jolly while he sat down next to me on the bed, placing the food and a large cup of tea in front of me.

Great. The fact that Jimin was the one to walk in on me this morning - probably looking like a sack of potatoes - really bothered me more than it should. Jin, I didn't mind much seeing me like this though.

Jin chuckled softly as I slowly came up from the sheets, my grumbling stomach betraying me. He smiled softly at me as he sat down on the end of the bed. "We thought it would probably be a good idea to check up on you, seeing the state you were in yesterday. You were completely passed out when Jimin carried you here. I can only imagine how you feel right now." He teased with a nudge of his head, making me groan loudly.

"This is the worst hangover ever." I confirmed, pouting.

"Here, try to eat. It will make you feel better." Jimin said as he pointed at the toast with scrambled eggs on top. "I made them this time! Jin didn't even have to help me!" He exclaimed proudly, a huge smile spread on his face. Somehow, that made the food even more appealing.