Warnings: Maybe an Argument idk
Another thought flooded her mind. Was she naked under the blankets? “Oh, God.” She whispered to herself before lifting the cover, revealing her bare body. She sighed softly before sitting up slowly. Y/N heard breathing that wasn’t hers and looked to her side. There laid a shirtless man. His black hair messy and covering his eyes. The blanket covered only up to his waist, allowing his back to be exposed. The hungover girl slapped her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming.
Y/N was in disbelief with what was happening. “No no no.” She whispered to herself while rubbing her temples. She decided that she’d leave before the guy woke up to avoid the awkward morning-after talk. She slowly slipped off the bed keeping one of the blankets wrapped around her slim body.
Y/N shuffled around the room grabbing and slipping on pieces of her clothing from last night. She struggled to find her bra and decided to leave without it. It was the least of her worries. As she was heading for the door, the creaking of the bed caught her attention. She turned slowly, hoping the guy was still sleeping fortunately for her, he was. A sigh of relief escaped her lips before she stepped out of the room and into the semi-lit up corridor. Used red solo cups were sprawled around the floor along with empty bags of chips and empty alcohol bottles. The house smelled of stale cigarettes and weed and it made Y/N nauseous.
She made her way down the stairs trying to walk as softly as possible. She noticed people passed out on the floor and on couches. Y/N heard voices and shuffling around in the kitchen. She couldn’t hear everything they were saying but they sounded angry. She stepped over the passed out people and quickly walked to the front door.
She managed to slip out of the frat house without being noticed by any of the other guys living there. The house wasn’t far from where her dorms were and chose to walk. She needed to think about what she’d done the night before. “How the hell am I going to tell Johnny.” Y/N whispered to herself. She covered her face with her hands as she walked.
When she got back to the dorm, she softly thanked God her roommate wasn’t there. She plopped herself onto the tiny bed and began crying. She had to tell Johnny about this but exactly how does someone do that? The crying made her head hurts worse. She laid down and stared at the ceiling and without realizing it, fell asleep.
“How could you do this to me! I thought what we had was great and wonderful. You ruined everything. You ruined us.” The voice rang out throughout the room.
The sound of her roommate’s voice woke her from the nightmare. Sitting up in her bed she winced softly running her fingers through her hair. “Hey, Mina when did you ge-” She mumbled softly but another voice spoke up before she could finish.
“Hi. I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Yoongi.” The guy’s voice said as he held his hand out to her. Her eyes widened as she pulled the blankets over her chest and reluctantly took his hand in hers, shaking it. She was the first to pull away and turned her gaze to Mina. Y/N stared at her roommate hoping she’d get the hint that she was uncomfortable.
“Oh please Y/N, it’s fine. We heard about last night.” Mina smirked softly as Y/N’s fingers played with her ring softly spinning it. Y/N’s heart fell to her stomach, how could Mina know about last night? Y/N scoffed and waved her hand in dismissal
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I got drunk and acted a little stupid. Nothing more.” Y/N bit her lip softly and looked away from the two. She fiddled with her ring again, hoping they’d let it go.
“That’s not what Jungkook told us,” Mina spoke up, teasingly. She cuddled up closer to Yoongi. Y/N’s nearly snapped her neck, she stared at the two wide-eyed, tears threatening to escape. She knew she recognized that smile last night. It couldn’t be though. It had to be another guy who happens to have the same name. Another thought hit her.
“He told you two what happened?” Y/N felt her blood boil, something she hadn’t felt since 6 months ago. Mina and Yoongi nodded in unison. Y/N rolled her eyes and threw her legs over the side of her bed. What an asshole. She stood up and grabbed her shower supplies. Without another word to the couple, Y/N walked out the dorm slamming the door shut.
You really screwed up this time Y/N. The pissed off girl thought to herself as she stomped her way to showers. She shoved her stuff into one of the shower stalls and got undressed before turning the water on. The warm water fell over her body, relaxing her muscles. She let the tears flood out. All she wanted was to come back for university and be where she grew up. She wanted her life to be peaceful for some time now that she wasn’t in America.
Her thoughts went back to last night. She remembered him helping with the creep situation, the way they danced the night away, and everything that came after that. It infuriated her, how could he do this to her. If it were him, why would he hurt Y/N like this? She slammed her fists into the shower wall instantly regretting it “Damn it!” she groaned holding her hands in pain. After a while, Y/N stepped out and headed back to her dorm.