The Fan

Chapter 23

"Basically, we need to go clubbing and you need to get drunk." Tyler said, following me through the house.

"What? No I don't." I stopped walking. "But yes, you do need to get out of my house. Now shoo." I said, flipping him off and walking into the living room, dumping my backpack on the ground next to the couch where Namjoon and Jin were talking.

"Are you wearing my hoodie?' Someone asked. I turned around to see Taehyung, fresh from a shower. His hair was still wet, water droplets falling onto his shoulders. I blushed a deep crimson color. "I mean, it even has my name on it." I tried to crane my neck to look at the back, but only ended up chasing myself in circles like a dog chasing its tail.

"Stop that, you look like a dog. Now hurry and go get ready, we're going clubbing." Namjoon said from his position next to me. I pouted, too tired to club and faux upset my his demanding tone. "Now, young lady." He said.

"Aish, you really are the father of the group." I muttered, slumping my shoulders over and dragging my tired body up the stairs. 

"I heard that!" Namjoon yelled after me. 

"So?" I sassed, too lazy to come up with a better comeback. Wow, I feel like Yoongi, I thought. I get it now. I walked into my room and flopped down onto my bed, groaning when I hit something that did not feel like my soft feather-like comforter.

"That's me, you idiot." The not-fluffy thing said. Jimin. I blinked sleepily at him, smiling like a dope.

"Night-night." I let myself collapse completely, and my brain shut off. 

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"Wake up, Aidyn. Tyler says you have to get up now so that we can go clubbing." Someone said, rubbing my arm. I groaned and held on tighter to whatever I was holding onto, not completely conscious. 

"Ow! Grip of steel. Aidyn, wake up. Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!" Jimin said, moving his arms around as best as he could to get me to wake up. I realized that I was probably crushing him, my arms around his torso with an iron-like grip. 

"Heh. Oops." I said sleepily, rubbing my eyes lightly.

"Tyler says hurry the fuck up or he'll come in here and do what he did last time." Jungkook said. I paled, remembering what happened last time I refused to go clubbing with my friend. Nodding my head, I felt suddenly awake and refreshed. 

"How long was I asleep for?" I asked, standing up and going over to my dresser to grab some clothes.

"Mmm... about two hours." Jimin said, fluffing his hair. 

"Two hours? Why didn't you guys wake me up? And was I holding you like that the whole time? Oh my God, I'm so sorry." I buried my face in my hands, suddenly embarrassed. 

"Yeah, you did." Jimin said, winking. I scrunched up my face and hit him in the arm playfully. "But yeah, Namjoon saw how tired you were and wouldn't let anyone even come in here until ten minutes ago. He knew you'd never sass him unless you were truly exhausted." Jimin smiled.

"He was right..." I said, shaking my head. "Anyway, I've gotta shower. What time is it? I need to know how long I have to get ready." 

"Um, about 5 o'clock." I suddenly remembered that Jungkook was there, and snapped my head over to look at him.

"Okay, so that gives me three hours. More than enough time." I muttered before retreating into my bathroom. 

As I was showering, someone knocked on my door, asking to come in. "Sure, Tyler." I called. "What do you need?"