Into the Flames

CHAPTER NINE

My first thought as I wake up is somewhere between the lines of "bright" and "ugh". Slowly, as my eyes and brain acclimate to the world of the living, the sound of soft snoring registers beside my ear. The next piece of information that makes itself known to me is that there is a pair of arms holding me tightly, and a leg thrown over my own legs. My head is spinning as I attempt to make sense of the situation, while my brain screams at me in agony. I manage to roll over, but not before gently untangling my limbs from his and, upon seeing Yoongi's peaceful and slumbering face the events of last night slam into me all at once. Suddenly, hangover or no hangover, I am leaping out of the bed with a shriek. I gave him a blowjob! "What the fuck Emmy... Ugh, how could you do that?" I grab my head with both hands, emitting a small groan of misery. "Shit," I think to myself. "Even screaming in my own damn head hurts!"

Once I am standing upright without feeling as if I need to puke or die, I begin to contemplate my situation. Though my brain would just love to freak out and spaz over every little detail about last night, there is something that is infinitely more pressing. Escaping from my own bedroom. Was I being a huge chicken? Yes. I dared someone to ask me if I care. The panic rising in me right now is enough to make me feel like vomiting all over again, and no matter what I try to calm down my fight or flight instincts they only intensify as Yoongi suddenly half-ass awakens.

"Jagi... come back to bed..." he groans as he lazily reaches for the spot I had been laying only a few minutes prior.

Like a small child, he stretches his arms out to me, hands grasping at the air in an attempt to summon me back to his side. There is a part of me that wants to giggle at how cute this man is in this moment. However, the urge is only momentary. Because, unfortunately, I am massively embarrassed. And still frozen in terror. Unable to figure out what I should do, I stutter out some excuse about needing to use the restroom, and then I am out of that room so fast it is almost as if I'd been a ghost.

At least I wasn't lying though. I really do need to use the restroom. After slowly and cautiously completing my morning routine, I feel just slightly better. My head is still a raging mess, in more ways than one, as I stand beneath the shower's spray. On the one hand, migraine, all the migraine. I'm pretty sure my head is now housing the entirety of all the migraines that the world has ever experienced, or will ever experience. On the other hand, I am literally playing the entirety of last night's....escapade.... Over and over and over.

"Oh fuck me," I groan to myself. A second groan erupts from my throat as I realize just how bad that particular choice of words is. "What have I done?"

And yet, somehow, even though I am terribly embarrassed and ashamed of what I did, the images that are flooding my brain actually manage to turn me on. I groan once more.

After I am clean and dressed, I decide to head to the kitchen. I can smell the food from the hallway and as always it smells absolutely amazing. When I arrive, Jin already has breakfast sitting out and waiting for everyone.

He asks me to wake the boys, and I eagerly comply and hobble off to the hallway. Well, as eagerly as someone who probably seems half-dead could, at any rate. I just really want to put something in my stomach. However, I wish I hadn't been so eager to wake the boys up.

Apparently, everyone had heard Yoongi last night, and assumptions had been made. The boys were all dying to tease me once everyone was out in the hallway. I could see it written all over their smug faces. All with the exception of Taehyung, who is in a foul mood, and leaning against his bedroom door with a scowl upon his face. This does strike me as odd; after all, Tae isn't usually the kind of person to have bad moods, at least, not for as long as I've known him. But, to be fair, I haven't actually personally known him for very long, and everyone is human. I am sure even Buddha probably had bad days. I simply shrug it off as I attempt to turn around and walk away before the teasing can begin. Attempt being the keyword.