reset ; ym

Six weeks later

The headache was killing Jimin.

He woke up with a groan – he tried to sit up, regretted it immediately. 

A sharp pain shot right through his back. It took him a moment to realize that he was lying on his couch.
He rubbed his eyes, then his temples. His head hurt so much, and a wave of sickness hit Jimin as he once more tried to sit up.

Jimin opened his eyes.

Fuck, he thought, I'm going to throw up.

He managed to jump up despite his headache and his aching back and ran – stumbled – to the bathroom where he bent over the toilet and emptied whatever was in his stomach.

"Oh," he moaned as he sank to his knees and propped his elbow up against the toilet seat to lean his head against his hand.
"What the fuck?"

Jimin had just woken up and he felt already drained. He swore he could go straight back to sleep and not get up before the next morning.

What the hell had happened yesterday? Everything was a blur or completely gone – the last thing Jimin clearly remembered was sitting on the floor. Crying.
Then, the bottle of soju.

He hadn't met up with Taehyung or Jungkook, as far as he knew, so he couldn't ask them about what had happened. But he could check if there were any messages he had sent to anyone; Jimin prayed there weren't any.
He was an awful drunk, getting whiny and annoying way too fast, and he really didn't want any of his sober friends to have had to deal with him like that.

Somehow, Jimin managed to get up, flush the toilet and wash away the disgusting taste that was in his mouth.
Then, he slowly walked back to the living room and plopped down on the couch. It was then that he noticed the pajama and the glass of water standing on his coffee table. He squinted his eyes in confusion – there was no way he had managed to put these things there yesterday, not with how drunk he had been. Or...?

A cold shiver ran down Jimin's spine. He quickly grabbed his phone and unlocked it, then he checked his messages. Much to his disappointment he didn't seem to have sent any to anyone. That didn't help him much.

Jimin halted for a second and thought. Maybe he had called someone. Maybe... maybe Jungkook. Or hopefully not him, maybe Taehyung though. Taehyung knew how to deal with a drunk Jimin almost better than anyone else did.

So Jimin checked his call history.

His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw Yoongi's name at the top.

"Fuck," Jimin whispered.

No, that couldn't be – Jimin didn't call Yoongi. He did not.

He refused to believe that.

Jimin knew he was acting like a child when he locked his phone and threw it on the coffee table with a pout, but he couldn't help himself.

Okay, even if he had called Yoongi, maybe Yoongi had been kind enough to send Taehyung to pick Jimin up from wherever he had been. Or to take care of him.

Maybe.

Hopefully.

But Jimin had his doubts – it was probably stupid, but these were his goddamn favorite pajamas and only Yoongi knew about that.

Or maybe Jimin kind of hoped that Yoongi had been there yesterday, since that would proof that he still cared. At least a bit.

"Oh God," Jimin groaned and buried his face in his hand, "I'm such a mess."

It really didn't help that there were messages of Namjoon asking Jimin if he wanted to hang out with the others today, and Jimin was certain that Yoongi would be there, too. Which would be okay, it would be fine, Jimin would not be bothered by that. He had Jungkook now, they were happy, it was all fine. No matter what happened yesterday.

He was really getting better at lying to himself. Maybe one day he would actually believe it.