(Jiwon's pov)
I open my eyes slowly, feeling every inch of my body aching. The sun burns my eyes more than normally and I try to focus on the shiny thing in front of me. I realize it's a glass of water on my bedside table and that there's some pills close to it. I support myself on one elbow while I use my other hand to take the pill and drink the water. I plop on the bed once again and stare at the ceiling trying to remember what happened. I have flashbacks of the previous night and the bits that aren't there kind of scare me. I don't remember how I came back home. I don't remember what happened after I drank half a bottle of some weird alcohol by myself because I was sad and angry at the same time. I was angry because I didn't understand what was happening and why Hanbin had just left me, and I was sad for the exact same reason. I basically drank those feelings away.
I turn around to look for the boy sleeping by my side and I suddenly forget how to breathe. He's looking ethereal. Hanbin has one of his arms up, making his biceps prominent, and the other one is on his stomach. He has the messiest hair I've ever seen, looking like he pulled it during the entire night, and falling on his face. His parted lips are red and shiny like he just licked it, and he has a peaceful expression. The cherry on top of the cake is the fact that he's not wearing a shirt. The sun shines through the room and the rays lay on his perfect skin like they belong there. His chest goes up and down slowly, making the rays shine like God is telling me that the boy by my side is the most beautiful creature on this planet. And I believe Him. The comforter barely covers him, showing his structured abs, arms and beautiful face, but also showing his legs, including his thighs.
After some severe staring I realize the situation I'm in. I have no pants on. My shirt is hanging off my shoulder. Hanbin is nearly naked and is all messy. One of the last memories I have from last night is when we were dancing, more like grinding, together.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
No, no, no, no.
Jiwon, chill out. Maybe nothing happened. Just breathe. Oh my God, I'm so fucked. What am I supposed to do now? Am I supposed to pretend like nothing happened? That's probably the wiser choice. But it's gonna be awkward, isn't it? Shit, what now? Dammit. This is all my fault, fucking hell. Why did I drink that much? What do I do now? I hope he's not mad at me. Shit. What did I do?
(A/n: I'm going to a party in a couple of hours and it's really weird to be writing about being hangover considering I'm going to drink lol. I'm old enough for drinking btw, don't drink if you're a minor and drink responsibly. Don't forget to vote and leave a comment, I always reply to everyone. Bye~)
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