One. Time. Thing

Chapter 1

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Taehyung's eyes flickered open. The light that suddenly poured into the room burned through his heavy eyelids.

"Dude you look fucked."

Came a familiar voice as the door burst open, fully displaying the light that had been melting Taehyung's brain.

"Ugghhh." was the only noise Taehyung could form in response.

He flopped his arm off his stomach, and shakily gripped the edge of the couch his body was currently draped over in a very messy fashion. Using what little strength he had in his arm, he propped, well attempted to prop himself up, so the small of his back leaned against the arm of the couch - eyes still half closed whilst doing so.

His arms felt heavy, as if weights were pulling them down, but he managed to lift them up so he could rub messy patterns over his sleepy eyes with his fingers, whilst circling his thumbs on his temples in attempts to ease the pain that thumped, like a drummer in his head.

"Look bro, I told you to take it easy last night, so you can't blame this on me." said the other boy, whilst frantically gesturing to Taehyung's whole body (which was ultimately pointless, as Taehyung was still blind due to his fingers being pushed into his eyeballs). With Taehyung's lack of response, Jimin had had enough of the younger's incompetence.

Taehyung felt two hands pull his calves back so his legs, which were straightened, were bent up, and pushed closer to his own body. Taehyung finally opened his eyes partly in shock but mostly to glare at Jimin in disgust for his actions, who had just slunked himself into the now free space on the couch.

"I was comfy ass-wipe," he said as he lightly kicked the boy sitting beside him.

"Awk, were you?" Jimin cooed sarcastically, as a care-free smirk danced on his lips. Taehyung huffed and rolled his eyes, so his squinty glare was no longer directed at Jimin.

Now having slightly more energy, Taehyung wiggled his back up the side of the couch, so he could be in a slightly less awkward position, than what he was before hand.

His head felt like his brain was sloshing about in whatever fluid is inside your skull, but it also felt like it was pulsating, hitting the walls of his skull, when it increased in size.

"What time is it?" Taehyung groaned, stretching out the "it", his voice croaky, and laced with tiredness.

"I think it's like three, half three...ish, maybe." was Jimin's vague reply, he himself also sounding tired. Taehyung hmped. Useless shithead.

He draped his arm off the edge of the couch, leaning his body over a bit, until he felt his fingertips press against the cold floor, all the while have his other hand massaging his forehead with his thumb and fore finger.

Taehyung's fingers traced over some regrettably familiar glass bottles, which clinked as he rolled them against each other. The sudden noise sending a sharp pain through his skull, provoking him to tighten his grip on his head and squint his left eye.

He tapped his fingertips along the surface of the wooden floorboards, some parts were sticky which made Taehyung screw his face up a little in disgust.

His hand finally landed on the item he had been searching for. He picked his phone up and held the device in front of his face. When he turned it on, the screen illuminated the barely lit room, so that even Jimin turned his gaze to see how so much light had been accumulated.