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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚢-𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎.

I woke up to Jonathan still holding me. When I looked up at him, he was still sleeping. I don't know how much he drank last night, but what I did know was that he was going to have the worst hangover.

I tried to climb out of bed but Jonathan's grip tightened around my waist so I couldn't get out. I could hear him mumbling something but I didn't understand what he said. There was nothing I could do except look at Jonathan. His features really complimented his face. 

Funny how yesterday, he said I looked like the 'living dead' and now it was him who looked like a zombie. A  cute one, though.

Jonathan finally started waking up. His face cringed as he slowly opened his eyes and I couldn't help but hold in the chuckle that was trying to crawl out. He looked at me confusingly.

"How did I get here?" Jonathan asked. "I didn't do anything to you, right?" he quickly said realizing that he was in my bed.

"No, you just came in here and asked if you could sleep here," I replied.

"I'm really sorry," he face-palmed.

"It's fine," I said as I got up. "I'm gonna get you some Advil and water. You look like the 'living dead'," I mocked.

Jonathan's mouth dropped a little as I walked out of the room and upstairs to the kitchen. I went through the cupboards for medicine. I found the bottle and grabbed a glass to fill it with water. As I was heading back, Marcel came from downstairs. He also looked wrecked.

"Crazy night?" I asked.

"Yeah, I think so. I don't really remember," Marcel said nervously.

"Hang in there," I said as I gave him two pills.

"Thanks."

I continued to go back to my room and Jonathan was rubbing his face. I sat at the edge of the bed on his side and handed him the medicine and water. He swallowed the pills and downed the water like he hadn't had anything to drink in days.

"Better?" I asked.

"A little. Thanks," he replied.

"It's fine. You know, you were drunk as hell," I said, laughing. Jonathan gave me a nervous look.

"Did I say anything stupid...?"

I decided not to say anything just to mess with him.

"Did I?" I only shrugged. "(Y/n), if you don't tell me..."

I still stayed silent.

"Alright, you're asking for it," Jonathan said as he used both his hands and started tickling my sides. I started bursting out laughing and trying to push his hands away but he was too strong. I couldn't breathe from laughing so much. 

"So, are you going to tell me?" Jonathan asked as he stopped tickling me so I could answer. I noticed he was straddling me. I felt a blush coming on.

Jonathan started tickling me again and I was suffocating from laughter. He suddenly stopped and pushed his lips on mine. It caught me by surprise but I kissed back. My hands made their way to the back of his neck and I could feel his hands on my waist. 

I was really getting into it when Jonathan started tickling me again for the third time. I was squirming underneath him and he pulled away from the kiss. I was struggling to push his hands away as I was laughing my ass off. Why did he have to be so god damn heavy?

Someone opened the door and looked at us, interrupting.

"Brian," Jonathan said, surprised.

"Um... sorry for interrupting..." Brian said with a smirk. He walked out, closing the door behind him.

Jonathan and I looked at each other and started laughing. He was still straddling me.

"He's gonna get the wrong idea," Jonathan said.

"I know. And you're still on top of me," I mentioned.

"Oh, sorry," Jonathan said but he didn't seem like he meant it. I hope he didn't...

Jonathan got off me and I sat up. I was still catching my breath from all the laughing. Brian probably told the others that we're doing 'unbecoming' activities...

"So, what are today's plans?" I asked.

"You still need to rest. Your wound may be closed but we don't want to risk you getting hurt again," Jonathan said with concern evident in his voice.

"Well, that sounds boring..." I mumbled.

We went upstairs and most of the guys had dark circles and bags underneath their eyes. They were all sitting around looking like they had hadn't had a wink of sleep but they did. I was barely realizing the number of empty beer bottles laying around the apartment.

"Oh my god. How much did you guys seriously drink?" I asked.

"You don't wanna know," Craig said right before running to the trash can to throw up. Everyone groaned with disgust and made faces.

I grabbed the bottle of Advil and passed it around. It ran out before everyone could get them. I sighed knowing none of them would want to go out and get more. I went to my room to put a sweater and some shoes on. 

"Where are you going?" Evan asked.

"Gonna get some more Advil for you guys. I'll be back," I replied. I knew he would say no but he doesn't have the energy to do so.

"Wait, I'll go with you," Jonathan yawned. I rolled my eyes knowing he was gonna take forever.

He went downstairs and I took the opportunity to leave. I left the building and walked a couple of blocks to a local pharmacy store. I quickly went for what I came for and bought it to quickly go back. I didn't want any trouble and I didn't feel like looking at people.

I left the pharmacy and headed back. I was spaced out while walking so I almost dropped someone when they grabbed my shoulder.

"Ohm, don't scare me like that," I said as I let go of his arm.

"Sorry... so, how are you feeling?" Ohm asked as he rubbed his arm where I had just grabbed him.

"I'm fine. Definitely feeling better than the others," I remarked.

"What's wrong with everyone else?"

"You'll see..."