742 - Yoongi x reader

Part 15

Waking up this morning, you had no idea how long you had actually been asleep for.

What year is it?

Most of yesterday's events were a blur, too drowsy to actually remember anything.

That is except for your surprise encounter with Mr 742.

Inside your apartment.

What the hell was Ji-eun thinking?

Giving him my address.

The ultimate betrayal..

...Is that even legal?

Despite his actions being quite chivalrous; coming to your aid when you felt like utter despair, you still couldn't shake that feeling that no man in their right mind would come back again after seeing you like... that.

Your heart ached at the mere thought of it, low-key expecting not to see him this morning at the cafe.

At 7:42.

But seeing as your physical state still wasn't back at 100% yet, you couldn't risk adding any more salt to the wound and missing another day of work.

Slowly and reluctantly climbing out of bed, you massaged your temples in the slim hopes it might relieve the throbbing pain that was coming from your head as you sluggishly made your way to the bathroom to commence your morning ritual.

One of the few memories you kept from the tragedies of yesterday was climbing into the shower after your 'Genius' payed you a visit, washing the greasiness out of your hair as if it was somehow going to make up for him seeing you in that unfortunate state.

So, at least this morning you didn't have to spare that extra time in washing your hair again, instead using it wisely to conceal all of the sickly blemishes that covered your face.

Wow.

People might even mistaken me as vaguely human after this!

Topping it off with a little extra blush to make yourself appear less dead (inside and out), you manically chuckled to yourself, somewhat satisfied in this mornings efforts of making yourself up.

I knew I would amount to something someday.

Look at me now.

It was a blessing and a curse getting up 30 minutes early to ready yourself, still bitter that you lost the extra sleep time, but also grateful since you were moving at the slow speed of a sloth this morning.

Besides, it was kind of necessary.

You let out a final groan of discontentment, side-eyeing yourself in the mirror before grabbing your bag and slamming the door to your apartment shut.

Each step you took on the way to work felt like complete agony.

It was as if you hadn't used any of your muscles in months.

And stairs? You don't even want to get started on the utter evils of stairs at this point, or else you might just pass out from all of the wasted energy stressing over it.

You made it into work right on time, firing Jie-eun a half-assed "I'm not completely dead" look, before trudging into the back room of the cafe and throwing your bag down.

As you made you slow way back to the front counter, you were met by an unfamiliar face staring back at you, not having the slightest clue on how to react when a new human suddenly appears.