Temptation

F O U R

An aching head is not the ideal way anybody would want to get up with, but you just had to drink so much. You were in need of Advil more than anybody, maybe even some Panadol. Lucky for you, you weren't going to puke right now at least. Your whole room was a mess, after all, you never bothered to clean up before you had even left last night cause you were too lazy to do so, clothes were littered on the floor, the vanity had makeup everywhere, nothing was clean but you could care less right now.

Groggily sitting up on the bed, last night's events were all a blur, it was gonna take time for that to come back but your main priority now was to quench your thirst. Barely being able to stand up but you did nonetheless and dragged yourself into the kitchen. Pouring out a glass of water you took a seat on the kitchen floor itself, chugging it down.

I am never drinking again.

A lie you told yourself often. Your headache began to get on your nerves now, pushing yourself off the cold floor in search of some Advil. Seeing it sit on the coffee table made you wonder how did it get there? Nonetheless, you ate a tablet and chugged down another glass of water which was conveniently placed right next to the Advil bottle, but as you were gulping down water your eyes finally taking in your surroundings.

You were beyond shocked that Jimin was lying peacefully on your couch and ended up coughing up all the water in your mouth out to the floor nearly choking on it, which only resulted in some shuffling from him. Rushing your feet back to your room, you closed the door silently and slid down to lean against the door.

Taking a deep breath, your drunk self seemed pretty nonchalant when it came to even see him but when you are sober it was an entirely different story. Putting the glass on your study table which was in a very similar state as the room.

You went into your bathroom while taking some clean clothes with you to change into, you just hoped while you were freshening up somehow your memories from last night would just return, so you could take the best approach in dealing with him.

You just hoped it wouldn't become awkward at all.

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Jimin, on the other hand, wasn't feeling too well, pushing his feet off the couch, he sat up. His head feeling wet at the same time pain, it definitely was a very weird sensation, to say the least, weirdly the pain wasn't of the alcohol he knew that much.

 Last night, seemed like a hazy dream, all he could remember was noticing you drunk once he had entered the bar. His friends had dragged him to the bar to 'forget about you' but they left him alone once they had stepped in. Oh, he was beyond pissed seeing you in a dress which was too short for his liking. He had always controlled your dressing, making you often limited to your choices but you were a lost puppy in love so it didn't matter to you.

His anger grew at the random stranger who jumped him last night, now obviously wanting a rematch. He couldn't believe how fast he had passed out by just one punch to his face. Clearly, that asshole hadn't stopped after just one, seeing how his face hurt with every little movement and the obvious taste of blood in his mouth and the smell in his nose.

He felt disgusting, not appreciating his lack of hygiene at all. He noticed the obvious defrosted bag of peas clearly wetting the couch as it sat, quickly shoving it on the coffee table causing his attention the Advil on the table.

He smiled at it, thoughts of you filling up his mind with how you cared for him last night, he was very aware of what was going on last night but he refused to get up not wanting the feeling of your touch to vanish. He grabbed the bottle, popping it open to take a tablet or two. Noticing the lack of water, he stood up to go to the kitchen, not even taking a glance at the very obvious puddle on the ground which made him slip and fall.