"Damn you alcohol." You groan as you get up from your bed.
You had woken up with a painful headache from the partying. Luckily you don't have a horrible hangover even though you probably drank a lot. You only remember bits and pieces from yesterday, but they are all just you dancing or drinking. You wobble your aching body to the bathroom while holding your head from the dizziness. As you look for some medicine, you get a glimpse of yourself in the mirror.
"What the-" you gasp as you look at your bruised cheekbones and neck.
You take off your white robe quickly, ignoring the fact that someone took off your clothes and put you in a robe. You look at your bruised ribs and scratched knees with your hand over your mouth.
"I don't remember getting that drunk," You rub your temples sighing. "I really should watch my drinking."
You spot the medicine bottle and sigh in relief. You grab the bottle from the cabinet and open it in joy.
"Ah, my dear friend." You smile as you swallow the pill, almost chugging the whole water bottle after.
You put the medicine back in the cabinet and look again in the mirror. You notice that you still have makeup on and cringe at the fact that you slept with makeup on.
"They really had the audacity to take almost all of my clothes off but not my makeup, huh?" You scoff.
You look at your messy hair and face cringing. You decide to take a shower, so you grab a towel and place it on a stool beside the shower. You get in and turn the water on, gasping as the hot water stings the scratches. Soon the stinging stops, making you relax more.
You wash your hair thoroughly with shampoo and conditioner and your body with the strawberry scented body wash that Namjoon likes. You get out and dry yourself with the towel and wrap it around you. You blow dry your hair and open the bathroom door a bit, checking if anyone is in your room. When you don't see anyone, you run accross the room to your walk-in closet.
"Whew, this time no one came in." You close the door remembering all the times they walked in on you naked.
You look around the closet and lay your eyes on the comfy section. You rub your hands together as you walk over to the oversized hoodies and shorts.
"Who's hoodie should I wear today?" You let out a quiet evil laugh as you look through the hoodies you stole from them.
You decide to go with Jin's huge pink hoodie and some grey shorts. You change into them and look in the mirror. You snort when you see yourself with his hoodie down to your knees.
"Perfect." You clasp your hands together, eager to see Jin's reaction to seeing his missing hoodie on you.
You walk out of your room with a big smile, noticing that the medicine helped your headache. You walk down the stairs as you hope to see everyone in the kitchen.
"Good morning to everyone except to the one who saw me in my underwear." You walk over to them, trying to find the culprit.
Almost everyone spat their food out, except Namjoon, making you glare at him.
"Calm down, I couldn't let these perverts change your clothes." He states as he puts down his coffee cup.
"Yah, isn't that my hoodie!? Jin points at his hoodie that you're wearing.
"Maybe, maybe not." You smile innocently.
"Why are you wearing his hoodie? Did he give it to you?" Hoseok asks behind his newspaper.
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Trouble | BTS
Fanfiction"Where do you think you're going?" "N-no I can expl-" he cuts me off by pushing me to the wall. The story begins when seven new boy students transfer to Eun Nae's school and happend to come to her class. Eun thinks that they only want to get to know...
