Pain. All that Neo could feel that morning. Everywhere. Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes. Knees and Ankle, especially. But, she tried her best to let the comfort of the crisp, clean, cotton sheets envelop her.
Wait-
Clean sheets? She had not done her laundry in like three years. She stumbled into consciousness, lounging herself upward (which only lead to another surge of excruciating pain).
She glanced around. Most of the walls were made of polished glass, giving way to a beautiful view of the London skyline. A double bed was positioned in the middle of a minimalist apartment. It was huge, even if it was minimalist. The bedroom part was in a sunken floor, with steps leading toward a marble kitchen and living room, decorated with all sorts of plants. Around the corner, another room, which she was unable to see properly.
To the left of the bed, there was an ensuite. She could hear the clean sound of water gushing onto marble.
Soft melodies came from the ensuite shower. Neo swung a leg over, preparing to get out of the bed, but winced when more pain erupted from her ankle. She looked down, but got distracted (briefly) by her pjs. Or, rather, guy shirt. A blue and white flannel button up. None which she had in her closet. Flannel did not suit her. And most things suited her.
She glanced around the room and found her party outfit perfectly folded onto an ottoman. She raised an eyebrow, curiously.
Where was she, actually?
Silence followed this thought when the sound of the shower disappeared. The voice singing songs continued.
“Ah, you’re up.” Jungkook said, walking out of the ensuite, wearing nothing but a towel. Neo immediately recoiled and hid underneath the duvet.
“Why am I here?” Came her muffled voice from underneath the duvet.
“It’s a funny story, actually,” Jungkook said, his voice distant, opening the closet, “You hurt your ankle. I was going to take you to the hospital, but, you freaked out the closer we got, so instead, I took you to my apartment. I thought, you could stay the night, Lee could clean your clothes-“
“Clothes! On that note, who’s shirt am I wearing?!” Neo exclaimed.
“One of my shirts. I was going to donate it to the homeless, I guess this is basically the same thing.”
“Fuck you.” Neo said, still from underneath the blanket, “I will burn this when I get home.”
“You could sell it on E-bay I’m sure someone would want it.”
“It won’t be satisfactory enough.” He laughed in response. Neo scoffed. This whole situation was crazy. “Who’s Lee?” she asked, changing the subject.
“Oh yeah, you better thank her. She struggled to dress you last night. You’re very feisty when you’re drunk.” Neo cringed. Someone had dressed her. While she was drunk. At least it hadn’t been him. But, a stranger had still done it. Her mother had been the last person to dress her. She did not remember those times fondly. “She’s my helper. Cooks, cleans. She is making breakfast.” He said, nonchalantly.
