Forever Waiting || Yoonmin

Chapter 21 - Remember?

Jimin's POV

Groaning loudly, I could feel my entire body fall numb.

I couldn't move.

Couldn't speak.

What the hell?

"Jimin? JIMIN!" a voice echoes, I twitch at the familiarity in it.

"Jimin please wake up!"

My eyes slowly flutter open but I whine at the sunlight beaming in from the window, hitting my gaze, instantly blinding me.

"It hurts." My voice hoarse and dry, my eyes fall onto the person sitting at the edge of the bed, their hand gently shaking my arm to wake up.

"What hurts baby?"

"My head." I cry as my mom helps me sit up, I wasn't sure where I was, glancing around to notice that I was back inside my bedroom.

But the party?

"Mom?" I croak, watching her pick up a glass from my bedside table.

"Oh Jimin, I was so worried!" She bubbles, holding back her tears that were desperate to escape.

I lazily look around, searching for any sort of a clue that would implicate that I even went to a party in the first place.

Was it all a dream?

"Party?" I mumble, my throat still hurting from how dry it felt.

"Pardon?"

"Party!?" I say with a little more aggression, confused and angry that I couldn't remember anything from last night.

I only remember getting there, the rest is a blur.

"What about the party?" Mom raises an eyebrow, unsure of what I'm suggesting.

She holds the cup up to me, forcing me to take it. I slowly gulp down some refreshing water to clear my sore throat.

"I went? Right?" I question, now settling the glass back to its original place on my bedside table.

She nods.

"How did I get home?" I frown staring down at my hands,

Why can't I remember anything?

My mom opens her mouth to speak but was cut short by the doorbell ringing.

She sighs, lifting herself off of my bed before strolling downstairs to greet whoever was at the door.

A few moments later a soft knock on my bedroom door implicates that the person who rang the doorbell was for me. I was surprised at the four boys who came waltzing in, taking seats in various different areas in my room.

"Jimin!" Jungkook cries out practically flopping himself down next to me as he cuddles into my side. I wince a little, still feeling pain in my head, he quickly moves away apologising for hurting me.

My eyes fall onto a slightly irritated Yoongi who was sat on my desk chair across from my bed. As soon as he catches me staring, his expression changes in a flash, back to his emotionless stone face.

"I'm dying." Jin wails while rolling around on the small couch placed at the far end of my room.

He looks as though he had a rough night.

I spot Hoseok chilling out on the small group of bean bags located in the corner of my room. His face held sadness but he would often mask it with a fake smile.

"W-what happened last night?" I vocalise, hugging one of my pillows to my chest. My eyes still feel heavy since tiredness was sweeping over my body like a repeating heat wave.

Both Hoseok and Yoongi quickly exchange worried expressions while Jin lightly snores on my couch and Jungkook just sits there playing with my hands, not even paying attention anymore.

"Uhh...you see..." Hoseok struggles to find his words, however Yoongi cuts him off,

"What Hoseok is trying to say is that someone managed to spike your drink. We don't know who it is though, sadly." His face blank the full time he spoke.

I feel a little upset that he explained it with no expression,

Does he even care?

Stop it Jimin!

"How did I get home?" I wanted to know this for a while now but no one seemed to be answering my question.

"I drove us back using your car. I hope that's okay? I actually came by to drop off the keys." Yoongi tosses my car keys towards my bed.

"I came to see JimJim because I heard you were ill." Jungkook mumbles, snuggling into my side even more. I could faintly smell alcohol off of him meaning he was still recovering from a drunken state.

I look back at the two boys in front of me, "I take it he got super drunk last night?"

Hoseok frowns "You don't remember?"

I shake my head, "I don't remember anything, all I remember was turning up to the party and the rest is fuzzy."

"Oh."

I spend the rest of the day, talking and laughing with the boys before they leave around 5pm letting me rest my tired body.

God why can't I remember a thing?