✨L I F E G O E S O N✨

🥢Never Again🥢

19th September 2017

I opened my eyes and bright sunlight hit my face. I groaned, having a bad headache for some reason. I looked around the room while squeezing my eyes.

I remembered being in town with Taehyung and Jimin last night, but somehow I'd forgotten how I got here, also when. Why couldn't I remember anything?

I groaned a second time as a drumming pain once again rushed through my head. I got up and staggered a bit, feeling like I was going to black out.

I collected myself and left the room, going to the kitchen just to meet Jin. The man in the blue pajamas didn't notice me at first. He turned his head to me and checked me out from head to toe but didn't say a word.

I hopped tediously onto the steel gray dekton kitchen counter, my barley covered thighs meeting the cold surface. Jin threw the mushrooms into the pan, where more vegetables were already lying, meanwhile eyeing me.

Me: Hmmm it smells amazing, oppa.

I earned a smile, him looking at me while massaging my leg with one hand and the other mixing the vegetables in the pan. I grimaced as the bad headache returned. Jin looked at me, wondering if I was okay.

Jin: Are you alright, princess?

Me: Yep.

I said, plopping the 'p', dangling my legs back and forth.

Me: I just kind of have a terrible headache. I can't remember anything about last night either. It's weird.

Suddenly I wondered. Why hadn't Jin asked how it was yesterday? Or had he already asked that yesterday?

Jin: I see.

Me: When did I get home yesterday?

I asked while eating a sliced ​​piece of mushroom that had just fallen next to the pan. Jin gave me a dobious look.

Jin: You're the only person I know who tastes mushrooms raw and likes it...

I giggled. I loved mushrooms. It felt so satisfying to me to chew and taste them.

Jin: You were back when it was already midnight.

I nodded. Then why couldn't I remember anything. I zoned out for a moment, seriously thinking what the last memory was.

My breath stopped for a second. Jimin had offered me alcohol. I was only 17. I wondered if I had consumed this. I decided to tell Jin about it. Even if he would get angry, but I also hoped that Yoongi wouldn't notice.

Before I told Jin about last night, I looked around to make sure Yoongi wasn't there.

Me: Oppa....

I said in a slightly quieter voice. How am I supposed to tell him that?

He hummed, cracking an egg into another bowl.

Me: I have to tell you something. but Yoongi oppa must not know that, okay?

Jin lifted his head and looked at me uncertainly, with a slight worry on his face. He nodded.

Me: Yesterday...when we were in town...

I didn't get to the point and Jin put the broken eggshells aside.

Jin: Yes?

Me: Jimin oppa offered me a bottle of soju. I can't remember if I tried it, but I think so.

I said, biting my lip nervously. But to my surprise, Jin didn't get mad, he just continued to cook.

Jin: You did.