Even Though You Won't Be Mine °rosé

ch; 23

°SOME DAYS

Jungkook woke up with a bad headache, staggering to the bathroom to get some painkillers. Though that headache really got to him making him lose balance and falling on the bathroom floor.

He groaned as he sat up but he just woke up Roseanne who was peacefully sleeping beside him, tired from cleaning his mess and taking care of his drunken state.

"Jungkook?"

His head snapped up hearing her morning voice, looking for him. He almost forgot they sleep in the same room.

"What happened?" She gasped once seeing him sitting on the floor.

"I fell," he said, grabbing the sink to help him stand up. "I just need some painkillers. This headache is gonna be the death of me!"

"It's right behind that mirror," she pointed but nevertheless opened it for him and grabbed what he needed. "Do you need water? Let's go to the kitchen, I'll also prepare breakfast."

"Sure," he said, closing his eyes for a moment to ease the pain.

Roseanne looked at him in worry. "Forget it," she said. "I'll just bring your breakfast in here so you just stay in bed."

"No, I'm fine," he said but she already left.

What in the world did he just drink? His headache's awful, what just happened to his alcohol tolerance?

"I think I got drugged," he muttered, walking unsteadily out the room.

He found her back turned from him, cooking something. Since his head was still turning, he took a seat and drank his painkillers, he needs to drink more often in his opinion.

"You need to stop drinking Jungkook," he stopped mumbling and cursing about his headache and looked at her back. Did she just read his mind? "As much as I want you home early..." she exhales and mutters, "and talking to me, I don't want seeing you get a headache and getting drunk and get sick. Or making mess."

Jungkook looked away and closed his eyes. He wasn't talking to her? He is, then again he isn't, remembering the cold treatment he had been giving to her for the past weeks.

"Did I made a mess?" He asked instead.

"Yeah, after-" she stopped, getting stiff all of a sudden. "Uh, you threw up on me."

"Sorry," he said.

"Nothing I can't handle," she turned around and smiled, putting down a lot of dishes in front of him. "Eat up!"

"Thanks," he nodded and started eating as Roseanne chose to keep her smile.

Now she knows he's already sober.

But she can't help remembering what happened last night, that was... unexpected. Was it on his own accord or was it because he was drunk?

"What are you thinking?" Jungkook tapped the table in front of her. "You're not eating?"

"Uh? Oh," she blinked for a second and grabbed her spoon.