Later. || Jikook

31. Thirty One

'My head is killing me'

Jimin slowly fluttered his eyes open to the darkness of the room. He put a hand on his forehead and palmed his face trying to remember what happened last night, but only a few flashes came to mind.

Jimin was right about to get out of bed, when he suddenly fell to the ground and realized he wasn't on a bed to begin with. He recognized that sofa from the last time he was there at the boys apartment. He groaned and grabbed his head that started to hurt at the sudden movement.

He then heard another voice mumble some words he couldn't understand, it comes from somewhere on the floor but the room was too dark for him to see. He got himself on all fours and started blindly searching for whoever made that sound.

As he was touching the floor with his hands to check if he found anybody, the tips of his fingers touched someone's arm. He tried to figure out who it was just by that, the person was not very heavily built so it was probably one of the high schoolers.

"Tae" Jimin called quietly, slightly poking his arm.

"Shut the fuck up Jimin" It wasn't Taehyung, he realized when Yoongi cussed him out instead.

"Oh I'm sorry"

Jimin was about to go back to where he came from and try to find his phone, when Yoongi stopped him.

"Jimin" he called.

"Hum?" Jimin replied with a hum, a little distracted by where the boys might have put them.

"Last night... " he started hesitantly. Jimin turned back to him and knit his eyebrows, he doesn't remember much so he was worried he did something stupid while he was drunk.

"What happened last night?"

"How much do you remember?" Yoongi asked instead, he wanted to know if the other had any recollections or if he really was too drunk at those times.

"I don't know... It's blurry, I remember beer pong, then we played cards against humanity... Did we smoke? I feel like I smoked last night too, which is weird cause I normally don't-" Jimin froze as he remembered the hair situation. Thankfully he had finished his sentence when he paused so Yoongi didn't notice anything.

"Yeah, later that night was just... weird, but you probably can't recall cause you were so drunk you passed out and made me sleep on the floor" Yoongi complained and Jimin chuckled.

"Sorry about that Yoongs" he said, although still trying to remember more about what happened while smoking. There was no way Jungkook looked at him like that with no context.

"The phones are on the low table a little behind you" Yoongi said and he nodded.

Jimin managed to find his amongst the others and crawled back to the sofa where he slept. He pulled the cover over him again then unlocked his phone. Of course it was too bright, he lowered the brightness and looked through his notifications, finding himself tagged in some stories but he couldn't check them at that moment, his eyes hurt and the more he looked at the screen the drier they got. He will have to wait a little before going on social media.

Instead, with his eyes closed, he went back to the image of the one upperclassman he was feeling so weak for lately. He thought about him and a small smile immediately made its way to his face. He was in the right place and time to let himself wander in his mind since he had literally nothing else to do.

'I guess I do treat him better than the others... Couldn't that just be brotherly love though?' he thought.

'I know he would never feel the same way about me, I'm a boy and I'm sure he doesn't swing that way... Matter of fact, do I? The problem is, I'm tired of seeing him as a friend now'