WTF Did I Do

What the F-?!

A loud crash startles Jeongguk awake, heart pounding in his chest as he jolts upright in the bed. "What the fuck-ow, seriously, what the fuck?" He groans, regretting the sudden movement when his head starts pounding. He has a splitting headache and his body curls into himself at the pain. "Fuck, I'm never drinking again," he groans, squeezing his eyes shut against the pain. He takes a few deep breaths and whimpers when the pain doesn't lessen. How much did I drink? Ugh, remind me to never do magic when drunk again. He scolds himself. Vague images of slick bodies moving together in ecstasy flash in his mind but they leave as soon as they come. "Did I call someone here?" Was that a memory? Did he sleep with someone last night after drinking more? He must have if the hangover he's currently sporting indicates anything.

Cracking an eye open, he steals a glance at his alarm clock, eyes widening at the time before he shuts them closed with a whimper at the shooting pain. It's already five in the evening and fuck, he must have had some amazing sex if he slept that long. Normally he doesn't sleep more than five, six hours when he drinks too much but right now he feels like he got run over by a truck. Exhaustion settles heavily in his muscles and his mouth feels like a dessert. The odd after taste of baked goods lingers, but this hangover is kicking his ass so he lets the thought pass. Fuck, he's never letting Yoongi mix drinks again. This is too much, even for him.

Another crash sounds from his kitchen, sending another sharp pain through his temples. Must be the lay, why are they still here? Usually, Jeongguk tells them to leave first thing in the morning, not too keen on the 'hey, shall we exchange numbers?' deal. At the thought most erotic images filter in and Jeongguk's morning wood twitches. "No...," he whines, burying his face in his hands. His magic bubbles happily but Jeongguk forces it down, much to exhausted and sated to even think about dealing with it. His partner must be one hell of a best in bed to wring him out like this. Hell, if the morning after feels like this after a drunken romp in the sheets, he's definitely interested in a sober repeat. He's very inclined to grab her number. The pain starts up again, pounding and pulsing with his heart beat and god, he just wants to sleep the rest of his days away. He tries to spell it away but it hurts so bad to think all he can do is suffer and curse his actions for letting it get this bad.

Cool fingertips touch his heated forehead, gently pushing his bangs back before the cup his face. Jeongguk exhales at the cool touch, nudging his head further into the touch. Cool hands cup his overheated cheeks before the fingers gently dig into his temples. "Oh, shit yes," Jeongguk groans, dropping his forehead to his knees. God, those fingers are absolutely magical as they massage and soothe the pain, rubbing his temples then massaging his aching head.

"Hmm, that feels so good," he moans, letting his body relax as the gently touches chase the pain away. Yep, he's definitely grabbing her number after this. They both sit in silence for a few minutes, his one night stand continuously finding the sore stops on his skull. She massages his neck and the tops of his shoulder before moving back to the top of his skull, repeating the circuit.

"I definitely wanna keep you," he mumbles into his knees, pulling a deep laugh from her. Wait, what? There's no way a girl's voice is that low. "What the fuck?!" Confusion and apprehension brew as he frantically yanks himself away from the soothing touches, falling off the bed in the process. The sheets tangle around his limbs, making him flail until sharp aches spread through every inch of his body.