The Blind Date Vkook/Taekook

Chapter Twenty-Six

(Jin's POV)
I woke up to a pounding headache before Namjoon was even awake. I looked at the clock and the numbers were a bit blurry.

Even so, I could still make out 5:02 AM. I looked to my right to see Namjoon curled up in the blanket and his big lips were slightly ajar as he slept.

My head felt like someone was squeezing it from the inside. I knew that I should have stopped at 3.

Somehow I managed to get up despite the fact that my legs felt like jelly. The stairs were no easy task either.

I remember leaving the shmadvil on the kitchen counter. Right now that's all I could think about.

When I got to the bottom of the stairs I turned on the lights, immediately spotting the shmadvil.

At times like these, shmadvils were life savers.

I took 2 pills and drank an entire cup of water. It did nothing and I was still feeling terrible. My mouth felt like a desert and my head still sounded like somebody was using it as a bongo.

Jungkook was right. I should have been more responsible. But then again if I'm still feeling like this maybe Namjoon will let me take a day off.

I went back upstairs to Namjoon and gently shook him. He turned his head and mumbled incoherent words. I slapped his face leaving a red mark in the shape of my hand. He still didn't wake up.

"You know what," I mumbled under my breath as I stomped to our joint bathroom and took a cup. I filled the cup full of icy water and walked back over to our bed.

"Oh Joooonie, if you don't wake up I'll splash your face with water." I spoke in a high-pitched voice.

He just mumbled random words again. That was the last straw. 

While I poured the water slowly on his face I went down to his ear and softly said, "I'm not sorry."

He woke up with a jolt and looked around, when he spotted me his face changed from a confused face to an annoyed one.

"Really?!" He said pointing to his whole body that was drenched in cold water.

"I thought you needed a bath," I said sheepishly.

"Hmm really?" Namjoon said.

"Y-yes," I answered. With that he lunged and started tickling me. I began giggling uncontrollably begging him to stop, but he wouldn't. I tickled him back making him stop for a brief moment before continuing. By the end it was more like a tickle fight then anything as we tickled each other without stopping.

A noise came from my phone that was sitting on my bedside drawer.

"Wa-wai-wait N-n-namjoon I got a text message."

He stopped immediately and rolled off me.

"You got lucky," he said in a deep voice pointing his index finger at my face.

I ignored him and picked up my phone and instantly regretted it after seeing the blinding light coming from my phone. It stung my eyes and I could feel a burning sensation in the back of my head.

I screamed in pain and dropped my phone on the floor. Namjoon turned around and went by my side terrifyingly fast.

"Are you okay?!" Namjoon yelled in my ear while scanning my entire body.

I looked into his eyes and there was pure fear.

"I think the real question is if you're okay," I teased.

He blushed and turned away from me, "Sorry."

Using my index finger and thumb I held his chin, turning his head back to meet my eyes.