Taken by the Beast ||YoonMin||

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Yoongi woke up to a bad hangover, he couldn't remember anything from last night, just small bits of them. His head was pounding, his mouth was dry, his stomach feels like it hates him, and the light from the window wasn't helping at all, in fact, it stung his eyes and had to dig his face back in his pillow

"God.." He muttered not wanting to move anymore.

He inhaled the scent of the pillow, expecting it to be his or something but instead, a more familiar one did.

He sniffed it even more and he sighs finally realizing its his mother's. Her scent was always that strong vanilla perfume she always used and he always loved she smelt. He was amazed that some of her scent has still somehow stayed on the pillow after all these years.

But then he began to wonder

'How the hell did I get here though.'

He thought about it for a moment before thinking it was probably Seokjin.

Sighing, he pulled his blanket over him and starts to drift off to sleep.

Before he remembered he had a shit ton of stuff to do for the company owners he met with last night and they were all due today.

"...Oh my fucking--" he groaned loudly before lifting his head up, only to get greeted by another pounding pain on his forehead. "God.." He huffed putting a hand on his forehead. "Goddammit." He muttered before pulling himself out of bed. He took a look on the mirror seeing how his hair was disheveled along with his clothes. He looked like a wreck, but he wasn't gonna let that get to him..

"Im gonna fucking finish all my--" he paused feeling something go up his esophagus and up to his mouth and now he could taste his own vomit. The taste of the vomit itself just made him feel like vomiting even more. "Oh my god." He grunts putting a hand over his mouth as he leaned towards the wall and closed his eyes shut tightly, praying, that he wont vomit here and now, especially in his parents' old room.

With a small huff he lifted himself up from the wall and walked up to the door. He makes his ways down the stairs and just before he could enter his office he was greeted by a bright and happy Seokjin

"Good morning!"

"Morning." He replies

"Where were you last night?? I wanted to ask you about stuff." He giggled

"What? I thought you carried me to bed?" Yoongi squints his eyes

"Uhm.. No." Seokjin raised an eyebrow "I was at the kitchen cleaning the platters and stuff from the dinner meeting." He added

"Wait what?" He was about to argue but his head started pounding again.

"You okay?"

"Nope.." He sighs "Get me some paracetamol please, I can't work like this." He flaps a wrist

"Sure.." He answers turning to get the meds he asked for but stopped in his tracks "By the way, do you, by any chance have Kim Namjoon's number?"

"Seokjin!" He grunts, Seokjin just giggled and proceeds to getting his medicine. He opened his door to the office and -almost- dragged himself to the small lounge chair in front his desk then slumping down to rest a bit

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im sorry for this, Lmao.

Like really. I'm SORRY.

And im sorry its short.

Im sorry if its late

Im sorry that its boring, corny, weird, and such a let down lmao.

Im bad at these. XD

IM sORrY AGAIN. (Omg its the sixth time)

Idk but prepare for Monday I guess?

Imma try and start (bad) drama next chapter lmao.

I didn't check this chapter tho so, if theres errors, sorry. Lmao

Thanks for reading, this potato appreciates it. :3 (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ ✧ﾟ･:
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