CHAPTER 1

"Food…I need food." Yoongi groaned.

Rolling out of bed, his face met with the wooden floor with a loud thud following.

The broken man laid there for a moment, not budging at all. A second later, he repeated louder, "I need food!"

Yoongi lifted his head, his chin now touching the floor. He glowered at the white door that remained shut.

Lifting himself onto his elbows, Yoongi took a deep breath. "I NEED SOME F—ING FO—"

The door swung open, with two feet making way towards the crybaby on the ground.

"I told your ass not to get wasted last night, dumbass!"

Oddly, Yoongi just realized that he was sleeping on the wrong side of his bed, hence the reason why he fell off the bed facing the door.

You knelt down to Yoongi's level, pulling him onto your shoulder. You were so done with Yoongi's antics.

Carrying him through the door, the two of you ended up in the bathroom, sitting the disheveled man on the toilet lid.

Going to the sink you open the mirror cabinet, searching the shelves for some pain relievers.

Yoongi wobbled from one side to the other, fighting to keep afloat.

Paying him no mind, you grab a bottle off the shelf, making sure that it wouldn't put Yoongi in a trance. Shutting the mirror you see through it that Yoongi's cheeks are turning red.

Your head snaps to the black haired boy. "Oh, you better not!"

Yoongi's eyebrows scrunched up, his chest beginning to hiccup.

"Yoongi!" You say sternly.

Covering his mouth with his hands he gagged. "I'm about to bust—"

Yanking him off the toilet, you flip the lid and the seat up, pushing Yoongi down on his knees as he faces the toilet bowl.

Without hesitation, Yoongi lit up the toilet, vomiting.

Sighing to yourself, you could only facepalm. You turned on the bathroom vent to suck all of the putrid gasses and air out of the bathroom. And not for Yoongi's sake—no. You were not trying to meet your maker just yet.

Yoongi continued to barf, earning a bit of sympathy from you. Leaning over, you rubbed Yoongi's back, telling him that everything will be okay.

Yoongi flushed the toilet, lowering his head. "…I'm sorry."

Puzzled, you questioned Yoongi's apology.

Yoongi snatched a strip of toilet paper from the rack, wiping his mouth the best he could. Dumping it into the toilet, he flushed once more.

Impressively enough, he managed to pull himself onto his feet. Suddenly he was towering you.

Standing up straight you blushed, but couldn't help holding your breath because his lips were almost the same level as your nose.

He almost said something but hesitated. Gently, Yoongi moved you aside, standing in front of the sink. He glanced at himself in the mirror and frowned. "God damn, I'm ugly."

"Yoongi—" You bop him over the head with the medicine bottle. "Shut the hell up and brush your teeth!"

Yoongi winced at your hit, moaning. "Stop hurting me!" Picking up his toothbrush he squirted a bit of toothpaste on the bristles and wetted the tip just a bit.

He began brushing away, occasionally glancing at you through the mirror.

You were standing behind him unamused with folded arms. You could only exhale to release the tension you were feeling in your temples. Pressing your thumbs against them, you rolled them in a circular motion to further ease the pain.

Yoongi took notice, freezing.

Before he could say a word you left the bathroom and started for the kitchen.

You already knew that big baby Yoongi would be hungry. He was always hungry after a hangover.

Pressing the 30-second timer on the microwave, you head into the fridge, pulling out a can of seltzer water.

Yoongi soon came into the kitchen, looking refreshed yet sluggish. He slipped into a seat at the table. Yoongi's eyes were becoming slightly heavy, prompting him to rest his cheek in the palm of his hand.

You take the plate of leftover pizza out of the microwave and settle it in front of the man with his can. "Eat."

Yoongi lifted his eyes to see you eyeing him. His eyes fell to the plate of pizza. "We had leftover pizza?"

"Well, I told Jungkook to leave you a few. Him and Namjoon lugged your ass to bed." You huffed.

"Ah." Silence followed Yoongi as he picked up a slice and bit into it. Immediately he spat out the pizza, dropping the slice on the plate. "It's hot!"

"I just microwaved it, Yoongi."

The man popped his can of seltzer open, chugging it down with his pills.

Finding his gesture tasteless, you mutter, "You might want to slow down before you start vomiting again."

Slamming the can down on the table, Yoongi belched as hard as he could, invoking some vomit to build in his throat. "Oh s—." He shuts his mouth quickly. Swallowing, Yoongi felt chills run up his spine.

"I'm done with you, son." You left the kitchen.

Yoongi's head followed you. "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to get fresh air."

Hearing the front door shut, Yoongi pouted. He sat back in his chair. "Welp. I f—ked up."