come home ; ym | tk | nj

3.

We still have time if we want to.

Yoongi's eyes snap open. Right away, his surrounding feels unfamiliar. The ceiling he is staring at – that's not his ceiling.
Before he can raise his head and look around, though, he notices the weight on his right arm. When he glances down, he catches the sight of dark, long hair covering the graceful face of a girl Yoongi can rarely recall having ever seen before.
A bit confused, he frowns, looks up and around the room.

Behind the shut blinds, the sun has already gone up, yet it is almost completely dark in the room. It is tidy, clothes neatly folded on top of a chair, books sorted by color and nothing is lying on the floor except for a carpet. Yoongi shifts his gaze to the left wall of the room right next to him, covered in various photographs capturing to the girl seemingly important moments and people.
As he looks at her face and recognizes her, he can slowly recall last night's events.
He remembers meeting with a few people he met at university at a bar, drinking a bit too much, laughing a bit too loudly and getting a bit too touchy with one of the girls. Sohyun was her name. Sohyun is the name of the girl who is now lying in his arm, weakly clinging to his shirt with one hand.
Yoongi broods on what else happened, what happened between them – but everything that happened after they left the bar is a blur.

A cold shiver runs down his spine as he thinks about what could potentially have happened, and he quickly tries to focus on something else to take his mind off the horrible guilt tugging at his chest.
He doesn't know why exactly he woke up. It's still early, the room is not too bright and as far as Yoongi can tell there weren't any noises.
The last thing he knows is that, in his sleep, a weird thought crossed his head, disturbed his dreams, a voice he knows all too well but can't place now.

In his arms, Sohyun stirs and opens her eyes with a tiny whine. As soon as she realizes her position, though, her eyes snap open and she lifts her head, staring at Yoongi.
"Oh," she says, "Uh..."

"Morning," Yoongi says, forcing a smile. Sohyun sits up, rubbing her eyes and tangling a hand in her hair. "Good morning," she mumbles back, then she doesn't say anything for a while, just sitting there, slowly waking up. Yoongi doesn't look at her.

When she turns her head to him, a surprised smile curls her lips up.
"You look super uncomfortable," she says and raises her eyebrows. To be honest, Yoongi feels like it, too.
It's the thought that something could have happened between them that he didn't want to happen, the alcohol having made him more pliant and clingier without actually meaning it.
It would be awkward to explain since he likes Sohyun, he really does – just, absolutely not in that way.

"I'm alright," he says nonetheless and adds a shrug to his words to come across as more believable. Sohyun's smile, however, changes to an unsure one.
Yoongi tries to avoid her eyes but eventually fails and sighs defeatedly.
"See, this is super weird," he says, feeling the tips of his ears heat up. Sohyun raises her eyebrows.
"What do you mean?"
Yoongi glances at her. He should tell her, right? Maybe he can try and go the subtle way.

"I... don't really remember much that happened yesterday," he admits, scratching the back of his head, "Like, how I ended up here. I have no idea, actually."
Sohyun's eyes widen in surprise. For a moment, Yoongi fears he might've hurt her, that his words shattered a hope inside of her, hope that there could be more between them.
He already opens his mouth to apologize when suddenly, Sohyun huffs and grins.
"You were pretty drunk, to be fair," she says with a shrug, "Couldn't walk upright and especially couldn't go home like that." She watches Yoongi's expression, a mixture of horror and confusion, with amusement.
"Do you want me to tell you what happened?" she asks with a smile. Yoongi nods timidly and Sohyun chuckles.

"I took you here to take care of you. I don't know when, but at some point in the bar, you started drinking a lot really fast, talking about something you – ah, nevermind," she quickly interrupts herself when she sees Yoongi's alarmed expression, "Anyway, I took you here, forced you to drink some water and to lie down here when suddenly, you got really emotional, and honestly, I have no idea what or who you were talking about, but I sat down with you and listened to you. You went on and on about this... person, I guess, and then you cried."
Yoongi winces at her word and frowns. Of fucking course.
Sohyun notices his face and smiles apologetically.
"Don't worry," she says, "You were drunk."
"Yeah," Yoongi mumbles, faintly remembering plumb lips, crescent eyes and shiny black hair, "I was drunk."