Stay With Me

Black Swan

Jimin's POV

Last night was a blur, but I know one thing: I didn't answer Hoseok's last question. I took my free chance, and downed a glass of wine. I'm glad I did. I don't have a satisfying answer for him. Somehow, that one drink turned into multiple.

I plop onto my hotel bed and close my eyes, nursing the still-existent throb in my temples. It's been nearly six hours since I woke up, but I still feel hungover. Hoseok's words encouraged me to drink, and drink, and drink... They say Jungkook brought me back to my room. I don't remember a thing, but I'm still in one piece so I guess that's a good thing.

I've hardly done anything since I opened my eyes. I senselessly tapped away on my phone for four hours, collecting coins in my game, responding to texts and laughing along with actors on the screen. Having had enough of doing nothing, I took a shower. Now, I don't know what to do.

Well... I know what I need to do, but not what I want to do.

Losing myself in my head, I roll over when my phone buzzes, mindlessly reaching for it. Not having the strength to actually lift my phone up, I flip it on the mattress until it's screen is facing up at me. Craning to read the text I received, I roll over, trapping my phone in between my wrists.

Jungkook:
Hyung, want to hang out?

Perfect.

I tap back.

Is that even a question? Get over here, I'm so bored

I can't help but whine a little bit. Jungkook is younger than me, but I'm used to complaining to him. I can practically hear him laughing in my head.

Jungkook:
Got it, coming!

A smile presses against my lips and I roll onto my back, hugging my Fila hoodie closer to my body. I consider cuddling underneath the blankets, but decide against it. It's not worth getting comfy if Jungkook is just going to make me get up.

Sighing, I close my eyes and listen to the thrum beneath my eyelids, that persistent headache knocking against my skull. I grit my teeth and track my heartbeat, wondering if it's a normal pace. Am I healthy? I wonder sometimes. I always feel fat, so sometimes I don't eat. Perhaps that's only making me more unhealthy. At least, that's what people tell me. I personally don't think that it has much of an effect on me.

A knock sounds against the door and I jump to my feet. There is no need for questions, and so I fling the door open. Jungkook stares back at me, his hand and eyebrows raised.

"Oh," he starts, shock slipping off of his face. "Hi hyung."

"Did you bring the stuff?" I ask him. This may sound like a joke, but Jungkook and I hang out so much that he knows what I'm talking about.

"Of course," he hums, lifting his other hand to show me the bag in his grasp. "It's all right here. My speaker, and ramen. It's your turn to order the drinks."

"Ah, right. That's fair."

Jungkook walks to the bed and I close the door behind him.

"So what have you been up to all day?"

Jungkook drops the informalties the moment the doors are closed. I don't scold him like I should.

"Not much at all," I confess, laying down on the bed as he unpacks. "I wasn't lying. I'm so bored."

Jungkook laughs, glancing at me.

"That's not like you. You usually find something to do."

"True."