Journal. (Yoongi AU)

002.

  I wake up with an ear-throbbing headache, and the bright sunlight shining into my eyes doesn't make it any better. I cover my eyes after rubbing them, not allowing the light to blind me. I pull the covers over my head and try to make an attempt to fall back asleep, but comes to no use. I groan and check the clock: eleven twenty-five. I'd slept in pretty late, so if I want to get up anytime soon it might as well be now. I sit up in my bed and stretch all of the sleep out of my muscles before making my way to the bathroom.

I rummage through the cabinet to search for Ibuprofen. I don't think I can handle the day without it. Once I finally find it, I dump four pills into my palm. After swallowing them, I take a good look at myself in the mirror and a look of disgust instantly overtakes my expression. My cheek has gotten lightly redder and there seems to be a light bruise in the shape of a hand already forming on my forearm. Just great.

I sigh and leave the bathroom to search for clothes to wear for the day. I slowly change out of my clothes that I still have one from last night, not wanting to push my headache any more. I hope the Ibuprofen makes it disappear soon. Just as I am almost completely naked, other than my bra and panties, I hear a knock at the front door. I try my best to hurry to change so I can get to the awaiting guest outside.

While I slide tight jeans up my leg, I still need to put a shirt on before answering the door. More and more knocks are banging at the door and I soon get frustrated, so I just grab one of my high school t-shirts from off the floor and slide it over my head while rushing to the door.

I guess I shouldn't be aggravated toward anyone other than myself. It's my fault for being so unprepared which is really unlike me. It was everything from the night before that gave me a headache. That's probably what it is, I still have the headache that I had last night.

Just as another knock was heard, I open the door only to reveal my friend. It's Namjoon, wearing a warm smile, and a flannel and black pants. He always looks clean-cut and it looks as if he takes as little effort possible.

"Hey," I say, opening the door more to let him in.

"Hey, Soo," he replies entering my home. "I was just going to see if you wanted to grab something to eat."

I love doing things with Namjoon. We have so much in common and I feel like he's my closest friend. I wouldn't even consider anyone I went to that nightclub with last night my friend. I only know them because I see them at school in my creative writing class.

To be honest, I don't even think I fit in with their "group". Their style is like grunge, far from my style; their artificially colored hair looks nothing near mine, whereas mine is always left down and a natural shade of brown. Their makeup goes way out of hand, while I don't even own foundation.

I guess I'm just in desperate need for a female friend or two, but who needs that when I have Namjoon? He's a true friend and he's pretty much all I need to keep me company. He has a girlfriend though, so he isn't always around. But I don't like him any more than a friend, he's more like my brother.

"Yeah, I'd love to get lunch," I accept his offer. As much of a headache I've got, I can't turn down a little time to ease up with my friend.

He crinkles his eyebrows at me and I immediately become confused.

"What?" I ask.

"What happened to you? Your face..." he says examining my face.

"Oh, I..." I debate whether or not if now was a good to tell him. I don't really want to tell him at all, knowing that he'll grow worried of me. "It's nothing. We can go over it at lunch," I suggest. Maybe he'll forget about it by then.