Obscure [Jungkook x Reader AU]

chapter five

  I lay my head down on the table as I wait for the waiter to come to the table. My head was absolutely pounding and the chatter from the nearby table was making it hurt far worse. The ibuprofen I took this morning when I woke up wasn't kicking in, and if it didn't in the next five minutes, I was going to rip my head off of my body. 

Amber was still sleeping when I left but it would only be a matter of time before she'd be up and laying partially over the toilet. I made sure to leave her some breakfast on the stove with the bottle of ibuprofen close by, but part of me wishes I would've snagged the bottle and taken it with me.

 I've been up since seven courteous of my boss calling to congratulate me on a successful blog post, and if it were to maintain its popularity then I wouldn't be seeing the end of my career as soon as I thought I would be. Since then, I've been awake, trying to go back to sleep on the couch, but once nine rolled around, I decided to just get up and face the day headache and all.

 I swear I'm never going out again; not with Amber's friends anyways. They not only convinced me to drink six shots in a row, but they somehow got me to grind on a complete stranger in the midst of the crowd. I was so out of my element last night, everything was a blur after they practically shoved me at the guy.  I don't even remember his name, and I can only imagine what I said or did with him. It must've been a sight to see.

 A groan slips passed my lips and I instantly regret it as a hammer of pain hits against the middle of my forehead. 

"You look like shit," A voice says which startled me to the point of sitting up so quick I bumped the back of my head on the headrest. I yelp, rubbing the back of my head as I wince from the pain of the simple touch from my fingers. 

One of my eyes open slightly to see who it was and my eyes land on the mystery boy standing with his notebook and pen in hand, a small smirk slowly creeping up onto his face, "Did you get beat up or something?" I snarl at him, "Oh wait, no, did you tell someone thank you and they didn't accept it?"

 "Ha ha ha. No, that did not happen." I sarcastically state, holding my head up as I rest my elbow on the table. He's trying to be funny after what happened between the two of us yesterday, and I wasn't amused at all by his attempt. It was rather pathetic and if he wanted to get a fork to the head then he can keep on running his mouth. 

"Hmm. Pity," He frowns as he juts his bottom lip out, "That would've been hella awesome if I guessed that correctly." 

"Then it would've been hella awesome to see you with a fork sticking out of your forehead." I scrunch my nose up at him in a playful way. 

"Damn, someone's feisty when they're hungover." 

"And someone's an asshole when they're not." 

He scoffs, "That was weak." 

"You try coming up with a quick response when your brain is pounding against your skull." I snap and he chuckles a bit, his chest moving up and down from his laughter. I have to admit, his laugh is an enjoyable and pleasant sound to hear. It's nice to hear him laugh for once rather than his usual scoffing sound.

"So what are you having?" His laughter ceases and is instead replaced by a more serious tone of voice, our banter now over. 

"A cup of hot tea with honey please." I groan out as another wave of pain hits. 

"Do you want anything to eat with that?" He questions as he writes down the order. 

"Um. . . a BLT sandwich will do." I say.

  It's the simplest thing to make and it sounds absolutely wonderful. "Okay, I'll be back in a bit." As he writes down the remainder of my order he turns away and walks back towards the kitchen.