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i spent a few hours working on this one
can we also talk about 'Your Eyes Can Tell'!!! such a bop
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Waking up with a hangover has to be one of the worst things a human could go through and feel.
The light coming from the window didn't help either. It's so bright, I cower my face into a pillow and roll onto my bloated belly. My head aches as does my chest and everything still alive and well with my body.
I lay in that position for awhile, not ready to move. It feels like I've been sleeping for days. I can't really remember much about how I ended up home, in my bed from Namjoon's house.
Choosing to actually do something eventful with my life, I sit up and sigh. I look around my bedroom and rub my eyes. I kick the blankets of my legs rather childishly and I look at the time. It's around 10:30. There is also something else that catches my attention. A note.
I pick it up and unfold the piece of paper.
Eat me, drink me.
-Jimin
I grab the white pill from the dresser and pop it into my mouth and drink the water afterwards. It's thoughtful he thought of that.
My throat burns from dryness and I wince. I start to remember details of my night. Jimin driving me home, undressing me, and us falling asleep together. He just isn't here now.
"Neat." I mumble to myself and stand. I walk around the room and pick up my discarded clothes. My phone buzzes just as I walk out of my closet with a fresh, baggy t-shirt and ripped jeans in my hands.
Soy at 10:30
Breakfast at Denny's? :)
"Sure, meet you in 20" I text her back.
I don't spend too long in the shower but I brush my teeth two times just get rid of the horrible taste in my mouth. I promise myself never to drink that carelessly again.
I get dressed and comb my hair into a bun that turns out being super messy. I don't really feel like fixing it though. I then race down the steps and to the kitchen.
My mother is there, sitting on one of the bar stools. She's in her usual pink, Goodwill robe, reading the paper. Not to my surprise though, there's an alcohol bottle sitting next to her mug. She looks towards my direction when she hears my footsteps.
"Hey, Y/n" She slurs a bit. She folds the newspaper and chucks it to me. I catch it midair. "How is my boring daughter this morning?"
I sigh and look into the fridge, "Just peachy since you've arrived. What's next on your agenda? Leaving for another week or screwing a new guy?"
