Behind their masks

That's kinda of the point of public transportation

I slowly opened my eyes and squinted up at the ceiling. I groaned, covering my face with both my hands as the pain in my head grew. I dragged myself up and sat up in bed, looking into blank space.

"Oh, you're awake." Jimin popped, peeking through the door.

"Yeah." I mumbled, running my fingers through my hair and tying it up away from my face.

"You look like horrible." He scoffed, walking into the room and sitting down beside me.

"Thanks." I popped sarcastically, rolling my eyes at him. "What do you want?" I grumbled.

"Here, take these it will help." He hummed, passing me a glass of water and paracetamol. "I made some porridge have that when you come down for breakfast."

I furrowed my eyebrows, I was surprised he even know how a stove worked, let alone make porridge. I popped the pill into my mouth and drank the water. "You're leaving for work already?" I asked, letting him take the lead away from me.

"Yeah," He popped, walking out the room.

I followed him out to the top of the staircase. "Did you have breakfast?" I said, before he made his way down.

He turned back towards me, "I'll just grab some coffee on the way." He shrugged.

I grabbed his arm, "Can we eat together?" I hummed.

He furrowed his eyebrows, glancing down at my hands around his arm. "Together?" He repeated.

"Yeah." I popped.

"I don't know, I should really get to work." He mumbled.

I rolled my eyes, "Stop being a dick." I snapped, "I'll go brush my teeth, wait for me." I said, making my way to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face, and made my way down to the kitchen, where Jimin was reheating the porridge over the stove.

He turned the heat off and took the pot away, pouring some into a bowl and sliding it towards me across the counter too. "How you feeling?" He hummed.

"Better," I shrugged, grabbing a spoon and scooping up some of the porridge. I blew on it watching the steam wave around in the air, before popping it into my mouth once it was cool.

"Is it good?" He asked, sitting opposite me.

"Where'd you learn to cook?" I mumbled, taking another spoonful of porridge.

"I don't know, I kinda picked it up I guess." He shrugged. "You don't like it?" He said softly.

"If you tell anyone I'll deny it, but it's even better than Somi's." I popped.  "Don't tell her I said that."

"Okay." He chuckled, smiling lightly. He watched me for a while, until his smile disappear. "About yesterday.." he hummed.

I looked up at him, and furrowed my eyebrows. What happened yesterday? I only remembered what happened at the pub and everything after that was blurry. My eyes widened, what if I said something embarrassing? "What about it?" I popped quickly.

"What do you remember exactly?" He asked, moving towards the toaster and placing his toast onto a plate.

"I remember the truth and dare game, and I vaguely remember throwing up in your car, but that's about it." I said, shaking my head at the memory. It was probably the worst thing that's happened yesterday.

"Yah, because of you I had to get a new car!" He grumbled, looking at home over his shoulder. He turned back to buttering his toast before coming back to me.