(jungkook pov)
the next morning came faster than expected, or afternoon should I say. It was 2:19pm and the strong feeling of regret, mixed with my hangover were taking over my mind. Like a disease. I felt as sick as a dog.
I arose from my strangely moist bed and approached the mirror beside my bed, seeing my face only deepens the feelings of regret I had, I looked as white as paper.
Beside me was my phone, it was a surprise to me that I didn't lose it through the night, knowing myself i thought i'd lose it on a crazy night like that.
I turned it on and was greeted to the light of 1000 suns, the brightness was up to the max, I hissed at the feeling of my eyes disintegrating from their sockets.
When my eyes finally adjusted to the light of my phone screen I could faintly make out the single notification that was sitting on my home screen , it appeared to be from and unknown number.
+82 409 564 274
7:23AM -
sorry about last night, Hoseok was drunk. I don't expect you to forgive him, but can you at least know that I had no part in that little incident, thanks.
...what the hell?
I brushed it off as it was nothing, I couldn't even be bothered to reply.
(jimin pov)
I sighed, preparing to send the message to Jungkook.
He will probably think i'm weird for still having his number stored in my phone, oh god... what if he thinks i still have feelings for him?
'BECAUSE I DON'T!" i yelled at the top of my lungs, by accident of course. Hell, it really did help me calm myself though.
"vroom"
the message sent, making a vroom noise.
I felt relived, but still somewhat uneasy about the whole situation.
Something didn't feel right.
