The first thing you wake up to is Lisa's brown hair tickling your face.
Scrunching your nose in annoyance, you try to tilt your head to the side to escape from her curls but end up getting a pain in the back of your head.
You groan and bring a hand to your face.
"Oh my God, she's awake." Lisa's voice echoes in your ears and you lift your head up to see where she was. "Chim, she's awake!"
Chim?
Your vision was blurry and almost stinging to the eyes, so you had to squint to see properly.
Blue curtains surrounded the bed you sat on, covering you like a coming tsunami headed your way. There was a bright light on the ceiling above you.
Two people were on either side of you on the bed you lied on. One you were sure of was Lisa, judging from the voice and the vibrant brown hair on your right.
On the left however, was someone you were unfamiliar with.
"Jeez Lis, could you shut your mouth for a second?" You sigh, trying to sit up while your head still spun as if your brain was doing pirouettes.
"What? Can't help it, we thought you were going to die." she rolls her eyes through your blurry sight, tapping your face lightly. "Thank God the doctor said if was just a mild concussion."
"I was concussed?" You asked, slurring your words like you were drunk.
"Yeah, you don't remember?" The other person blurts out and you tilt your head back because the voice was oddly familiar.
"What in the world happened?" You ask, breathing in and out for a moment as your vision had started to clear.
You were wearing the same clothes you remembered you wore before you passed out. But before that, you didn't remember much.
"You slipped and hit your head, Y/N." the guy slips out.
You squint at him because you definitely did not recognize him, but once your vision cleared at him, you almost fell off the bed.
Just then flashbacks of what you did back at the restaurant came back at you in max speed, a skull-cracking pain attacking you like you fell to the restaurant floor all over again.
The restaurant floor.
Park Jimin.
What are you saying? You can be on top of me anytime.
Spaghetti hair.
Oh... right.
You feel a hand start to catch your weak form, on the area of your back between your shoulder blades as Lisa adjusts your bed so you could lean comfortably.
Opening a still blurry eye, the angel's (Jimin's) face looks down at you with worry.
"Thanks." You tell him, giving him a small smile.
He smiles back, eyes crinkling and cheeks puffing up as he moves away from you to sit on the stool that was beside your bed.
He looks like a mochi bun, you compliment.
A sexy mochi bun, the voice in the back of your head adds.
"The doctor said you hit your head hard enough, but thankfully your head didn't bleed." Lisa points at the bandage cloth that you just noticed was wrapped around your head like a sweatband.
"How long was I out?" you ask, glancing at her while you lightly run your fingers over the bandage.
"About..." Jimin speaks up from your left. He glances at his wristwatch before glancing back at you. "..three hours?"
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His Voice (j.j.k fanfic)
FanfictionYou wait for the player to finish loading as you leaned your back against the dusty swivel chair in the basement of your new home. Relaxing your back as you stared at the ceiling, you hear static sounding faintly from the player. And then there was...
