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Laying on my bed was awful. My body hurt everywhere. Jungkook was out and discussing his contract terms again, meaning I couldn't ask him to take care of me. My feet hurt from walking around yesterday. My stomach growled because I hadn't eaten in over 12 hours. My drapes kept my room pretty dark, but the sun still shone through and hit my face. I pulled the blankets over my face and groaned. I rolled back over and forced my eyes closed.
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"(Y/N)?" A hand shook my shoulder. "Sis, are you okay?"
I opened my eyes in a squint to look at him. Jungkook was looking worriedly at me from the side of my bed. His hand was on my shoulder. The bright hallway light was leaking into the room through a small sliver between the wall and my door. I looked away from Jungkook to look around. There was no longer light outside. I swallowed some fear and looked at my clock.
8:44pm.
"(Y/N)? I bought dinner, if you're up for it."
I immediately sat up and said in awe: "I slept through the whole day."
"Oh. Well, you must've had a lot of fun yesterday. Let's eat dinner and get something into your system."
I nodded and swung my legs off the bed. I stood up and took a single step before my legs gave out. Jungkook stood and caught me quickly, supporting my body with arms wrapped around my torso.
"Not okay, then." He helped me straighten up, still holding me. "I'm guessing sleeping for so long took a little toll on your muscles. I'll help you walk..."
He stayed by my side and helped me walk from my room to the table. The hallway light was brighter than I remember as we walked. I got more feeling in my legs and stood for a few minutes while Jungkook heated up the food. It was simple ramen made fresh at a general store near his company. I went there occasionally, but there was a convenience store near my apartment.
While he heated it, I held a chair to keep my balance. I shifted my toes while I stood, trying to revive the muscles as best as I could. I heard a phone go off from my room.
"Jungkook, I'm gonna grab that."
He looked up from the counter. "Do you need help?"
I took a couple steps while still holding the chair. "I got it."
I walked to my room. By the time I got there, the phone had already rolled to voicemail. I opened the lock screen.
"Oh, shit," I muttered.
3 missed calls from Suga. 5 texts from Suga and Namjoon.
I unlocked the phone with a sigh, opening the messages. I only had 2 from Namjoon, so I looked at those first.
Text chat:
Namjoon: I had fun yesterday and I hope you did too. I hope you're not feeling too bad considering all the walking we did. I also hope you liked your dragon! (Sent-1:38pm)
Namjoon: Also... It's been bothering me and I want to clear it up. I'm really sorry for kissing you. I hope I didn't support your thoughts about me being an obnoxious fuckboy. I'll see you tomorrow in class. (Sent-1:52pm)
I smiled a little. He was surprisingly sweet. For a fuckboy, anyway.
I checked my calls to get rid of the little notification message. I saw that I had some voicemails, but opened the text chat first.
Text chat:
Suga: Hey, if you're not busy, can we work on the calculus homework? I'm really struggling. (Sent-9:18am)
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