Stranded【PJM • BTS】

10: Eleven Thirty

*excuse crappy title I couldn't think of anything but you'll see why I named it this lmao*

As we walked back, Harlow was quiet the entire time, unlike Hoseok and Jin who were strangely enthusiastic about the whole situation. Yoongi was complaining loudly as Namjoon was having some sort of deep conversation with Jimin, so I was quietly strolling, lost in thought.

"Strange, I thought everyone was asleep. Someone left their bag," Jin pointed out, catching my attention.

"Right, it's Harlow's," I scurried ahead, snatching the heavy bag from the nestled position in the sand.

"I noticed you're a little quiet Y/N, are you okay?" Namjoon questioned worriedly.

I nodded in response. "Yeah, I'm a little tired..." My walking looked extremely abnormal, I was practically waddling because I had to carry a heavy bag and a girl on my back. 

"I could help carry something." Jimin offered.

"Oh, thanks." I hand him the heavy bag. At this point my eyelids were as heavy as metal and voices around me slurred slightly. It was only midnight but I'm that type of person that needs twelve hours of sleep. Probably why my mind blanked out and forgot about this trip when I was tidying my essay last night. 

Harlow was almost slipping out of my grasp but she suddenly flinched and woke up, causing me to shriek. She groaned after fully standing up and scanned her surroundings before slurring few words.

"Did I miss something?" It looked like she was about to say something else but she started to groan as she ranted on about her severe hangover. 

"Oh, your friend is up," Hoseok noticed, causing other members to turn in curiousity.

"No wait!" Harlow quickly turned,  covering her face. "I look horrifying, oh my god. And I feel like a thousand knives are slitting my skull."

"Heh..." I awkwardly chuckled as I shot the boys a smile before dragging Harlow closer. "She's a bit over-dramatic. Let's continue walking."

They shrugged it off as they continued their conversations, leaving me to talk with Harlow.

"Finally you're awake." I breathed a sigh of relief and frustration. "Walk on your own, I don't care if you have a hangover. My back is sore thanks to you." I tauntingly raced ahead, picking up my speed in each step.

"Wait! What did I do?" She called after me.

"You don't rememb- oh wait, who am I kidding. Of course you wouldn't remember, idiot." I stuck my tongue out amusingly. 

"Gosh, darn it! Tell me Y/N before I freaking snap your legs off!" She wailed.

"I mean, if you can." I snorted at her limping toward me desperately. "Maybe you should ask your bias." 

Her face fell quickly in horror, her face so pale she could be mistaken as Yoongi's long lost sibling. "What."

"You told Jungkook he smelled nice," I emphasized facetiously. "You're lucky he isn't here right now, or it would have been awkward to even maintain eye contact."

"Yeah, where is Taekook anyway?" Harlow's confused expression altered to a smirk quickly. "Wait, is my ship sailing?"

"Stop shipping straight guys Harlow! They're in the woods looking for Yeontan. You even waddled through the woods trying to find me just so you could complain about how I forgot to get you toner and moisturizer and whatnot." 

"What?" She sighed. "Gosh I really don't remember anything. My hangover is getting worse by the second and I feel grimy." Harlow paused, grimacing at the minor migraine until her face lightened at a  thought. "Did you get them though? My toner and moisturizer, I mean. They're really expensive, I got it from a skincare shop in France."