Oh, oh, ohhhh! 50 "How drunk was I?" For Jimin?
ioahfa I’m not that happy with this, though dunno if it’s really bad or if it’s just about me writing something I don’t feel comfortable with orz anyway, please forgive me if it’s not too enjoyable...;;
Jimin x Reader: hungover.
Warning! Alcohol use and drunken behavior.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
A strangled whimper escaped your lips at the sensation of utter misery. Your head spun the very moment you raised it from the mattress’ surface, but at the very least, you were in your bed, unlike the man sprawled on the floor a meter away, resting on a pillow and hugging something that seemed like… that teddy bear you lost half year ago? Where did he find it?
You briefly remembered Seokjin coming over and taking Jungkook, Taehyung and Hoseok home, but since for Jimin it was nothing new to stay over at your place, he just left him there, on the floor. The BTS’ oldest member didn’t really seem like he was that happy with being the responsible adult. Actually, he was upset that you didn’t invite him over, too. But the whole gathering was quite random, as random as the fact that you decided to pull out alcohol bottles, and with every liter you cared less and less about the other members’ absence.
“Jiminie, have you seen my slippers…?”
“Your what…?” a muffled voice echoed from the floor, the man finally waking up in no better state than you were, and trying to rub the suffering off his face. “Oh fuck, my head…”
“Yeah, same.”
You sat up, trying to stabilize yourself. The remains of alcohol cursing through your veins mixed with the movement you made caused your stomach to twist unpleasantly, and without a second thought, you ran to the toilet, throwing up.
Jimin stared at your frame, peeking from behind the bathroom’s door.
“Babe, you alright?” he asked, although you could tell, he was in no better shape.
“What was that we were drinking…”
“Hoseok’s absinthe, I’m afraid” the man groaned in response, rolling onto his back and resting like this, a worn-out expression on his pale face. “Jesus, how drunk was I?”
“No idea, I was drunker” you whimpered, returning to the room and lying on the floor next to him, just as pained, just as pathetic. “We probably should drink some water.”
“Yeah.”
“And get up.”
“Yeah. We probably should.”