It's Always Been Him (BTS Jungkook x Reader)

21

When I woke up, my head was pounding and everything was blurry. At first I didn't remember anything, but then it all came swarming back to me and I felt like my heart was about to break out of my chest.

What a great way to start the new year.

I swallowed my tears, trying not to cry again. I held my hand to my head as I looked around the room, trying to figure out where I was.

Namjoon's head was back against the coffee table, and instantly I knew he was going to wake up with a bad neck. Hoseok had fallen asleep against the other end of the couch, and Maya was folded against the side of the couch, her lower half trapped underneath me. I immediately felt sick, and had a hard time keeping it down as I tried to get up.

I glanced at the analog-clock on the wall and groaned. It was half eight in the morning.

I stumbled to the bathroom and threw myself to the toilet as I vomited. I just about got it into the bowl, and felt disgusted with myself. I must've looked like shit.

Once I was done, I used a sheet of toilet paper to wipe my mouth and flushed the toilet. I went to the sink and looked in the mirror.

Ho-ly-shit.

I had mascara all over my eyes and cheeks, and my face was blotchy and red. I had a trail of hickeys from my jaw, down my neck, and on my chest. My shirt was stained with either alcohol or vomit - I couldn't tell what the yellow stain was. Heck, I hadn't even realised. My right hand was bruised and everything hurt. My lipstick was smeared all around my mouth, and my hair was disheveled and sticky with an unknown substance. My eyes were puffy and bloodshot from all the crying, and I'm pretty sure I had some dried snot underneath my nose.

My head was pounding, and I was struggling to stay upright. My feet and my legs hurt, my knuckles were buzzing and my throat was hoarse. My stomach kept making me try to hurl, and my mouth tasted of stale alcohol and vomit. My ears were still ringing from the music in the warehouse, and I struggled to take a quick pee.

By the time I returned to the living room, Hoseok was up. I didn't bother cleaning myself up, they'd already seen me anyways. He handed me a glass of water as we went to the kitchen island to sit. I gulped the water down thirstily, but immediately regretted it as my stomach complained profoundly, and threatened to make me sick again.

"How are you doing?" I laughed emptily.

"Well, let's see. My boyfriend cheated on me, again, after trying to get me to have sex, despite us making a deal that he would stop all of that not even two weeks ago. I look and smell like shit, I want to throw my guts up and cry my eyes out, my head is killing me, and my hand hurts from punching a slut in the face, and it's only eight in the morning. I'd say I'm doing pretty good." He smiled lightly, checking out my throbbing hand.

"Want a bandage for that?" I nodded tiredly. He searched the cupboards until he found a first aid kit, and pulled out a bandage. He wrapped it tenderly around my weak fist, and I winced as he pulled it tighter. "Sorry, Y/N." Once he was done, he seemed reluctant to let go of my hand, so I reached for my water with it. "I'm sorry for what he did."

"It wasn't your fault." It hurt to talk; it hurt to think. I didn't want to do either - I just wanted to forget.

"But he's my friend. And since he doesn't seem inclined to apologise, I'm going to do it for him."

"That won't change anything. He needs to apologise, not you. He's the asshole. You're just the sweetheart I wrongly rejected." He seemed taken aback.

"Wrongly?" My eyes widened.

"Oh shit no, I didn't mean it like that. I don't have feelings for you, I just mea-" He waved it off, leaning on the countertop.