NOTES | minsung a.u ON HOLD

sunday

When Jisung first opened his eyes he regretted it immediately. The daylight stung his pupils like never before, causing him to physically flinch. Almost as soon as Jisung could comprehend his surroundings he felt his brain pounding against his skull.

Lifting a hand to grip the side of his head he squinted his eyes, peering around the room he was currently laying in. He propped himself up on his elbow seeing completely unfamiliar surroundings. A surge of panic ran through his veins as he flew the blue duvet covering him, off his body. The first thing he noticed about his appearance was that he was shirtless.

Another surge of panic washed him away, not knowing how or when his shirt came off last night.

"What the fuck," he muttered, face twisted with worry. Many troublesome thoughts were entering his brain at lighting speed.

He wasn't sure what to do next, he couldn't remember any event from last night. His mind drew a blank, only remembering stepping into the house.

Hyunjin, he thought. It's Hwang Hyunjin's house.

Though Jisung was sure about the house he was in, he didn't know who's room. Or how he got in said room. Or how he ended up shirtless in said room.

Everything was a blur for him. Scratch that, it was just an abyss. Darkness clouded his memories. He couldn't even remember picking up his first drink.

After his nerves calmed down a bit, he heard his stomach gurgle. His ears perked at the sound and his eyebrows knitted together. Suddenly the gurgling replaced with an overpowering urge to spew his guts all over the floor. Jisung new what that meant, find a fucking toilet.

Without another thought, the boy held his mouth shut and rushed out of the bedroom and down the hall. After opening every door he came across he finally found the bathroom at the very end of the hall, and basically collapsed onto his knees in front of the toilet. He didn't even have time to hold himself up before the vomit shot up from his stomach and into the toilet. After a solid few minutes of pure puking, Jisung was groaning into the toilet bowl rubbing his forehead.

"I hate myself," he whined and clutched his stomach as another wave of sickness hit him.

"Ah, I see you've awoken."

Jisung lifted his head up from his hands and looked to the person standing above him. His eyes trailed up from their feet to their head, recognizing it a none other than Lee Minho. Now Jisung hasn't had many encounters with this guy, and quite frankly he didn't care to.

"What's it to you?" Jisung muttered, still breathing pretty heavily from his vomit session.

Minho smirked and leaned on the bathroom doorframe, "Just like seeing drunk, good-for-nothing's, hungover and spewing chunks in my friend's toilet."

Jisung rolled his eyes at the sarcastic explanation and looked down to his puke floating in the toilet, "so gross." he cringed.

Minho nodded, walking over to flush the toilet for the younger male.

"Get up, Chan is coming to fetch you and Felix soon."

Jisung cocked his head to the side and watched as Minho than turned and left down the hallway. Jisung wondered why Felix was also still here. If he was here was Seungmin here too?

With a final groan, Jisung stood back up whilst clutching his stomach. It was probably time he went back downstairs, of course not before looking for his shirt first.

So, he searched the bedroom for his shirt and successfully retrieved it off the floor. He slipped it on, smelling something funny on it. It was kind of scented like cinnamon but more...manly? Manly cinnamon.