Thoughts. (BTS Sope)

018.

I woke up.
My head felt like it was going to explode.
I heard a soft knocking at my door. I put on my slippers and went to the door. I got dizzy when I stood up. I walked into the living room and saw the table full of bottles. I rubbed my face with my hand.
I struggled to find the doorknob. Once I opened it I saw Hoseok's smiling face.

"How are you feeling?"

"How the fuck do you think I am?"

"Okay... well I brought you hangover soup."

He held out a plastic container. I rubbed my eyes as I looked at it.

"I don't want your fucking soup."

Hoseok sighed.

"Can I at least come in?"

"No!"

I shouted at him and attempted to slam the door closed but he push the door. I lost my balance and fell onto the floor. I began to cry for no real reason.

"Oh god! Are you okay?"

I could even reply.
Hoseok put the soup on the floor and picked me up. I held on tight to him as he carried me into the living room.
He softly sat me down on the couch. I covered my face in embarrassment. He grabbed my hands.

"It's okay. I'll heat up the soup, we both need it right now."

He smiled at me, all I could do was stare back at him.

The more time I spent with him the less I understood him.