Jump Start [Yeonbin]

~Co-signed~

I'm back momentarily.
I hope you enjoy the chapter, and once again. I'm sorry its late.

I opened my eyes. I felt like an ice pick was being shoved through my skull. I didn't know where I was. The ceiling was off white and slanted. I painfully turned my head. The room was small, and almost childlike. The dresser was a light green, with action figures lining the top and the walls light blue. A trashcan sat by the head of the bed.

"Oh! You're up!"
I turned my head slowly, and there stood Soobin, a wide smile on his face.
"What in the fuck?"
I said slowly sitting up.
"Good morning?"
I said rubbing my eyes, I felt like I was dreaming of this.
"Hungry?"
Soobin asked and I shook my head, my stomach felt like mush, and cramping.
"What is going on?"
Soobin made his way over to the side of the bed, peering into the trash bag.
"Oh, good. You didn't puke again."
I shook my head with a frown.
"Soobin, what is going on, please answer me."
He sat down next to my legs, rubbing at his eyes.
"I don't know. I couldn't find your friends, and you were in terrible shape. So I brought you to my house."
I cringed at the idea of being intoxicated, in an acquaintance's house, in his bed alone. But I had an immense trust in him, and I only hoped I was right.

I looked for my phone, finding it, still locked on the nightstand, charging on a white cord that must've been Soobin's. I snatched it up, finding missed call after missed call from Taehyun, and an ungodly amount of voicemails. I tapped one, and the insanely loud voice of Taehyun rang out.
"Yeonjun! I hope you're not fucking dead. I'm so fucking worried."
His voice was stressed and shaky. I promptly called him, my phone only rang for a second before he answered.
"Are you okay?"
I hummed.
"Where are you? Are you safe?"
I hummed again.
"Yes. I'm perfectly safe, I'm at Soobin's house."
I heard Taehyun let out a deep breath.
"Holy fuck. Thank God he has you. I threw up I was so fucking worried."
I apologized, while he thanked Soobin over and over for keeping me safe before he promised to come see me sometime today, and bid me farewell.

"Seriously though. Thank you."
Soobin simply nodded, a shy smile on his round face.
"You have to meet my father, by the way. Prove to him you're not an addict."
I hummed in confusion.
"What?"
Soobin cringed, scrunching his nose and gritting his teeth together.
"Yeah. There a slight problem last night."
I gestured with my hand, for him to continue the story. He delved into a stressed story about last night, going over everything from the bar, to me sitting in the living room by his feet, to me being in his bathroom floor.
"Jesus Christ,"
Soobin nodded. He has a look of guilt on his face, like this was his fault.
"Yeah. So you have meet him."
I nodded, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and very slowly standing, hands holding my temples.
"Oh, my head."

Soobin walked over to me, handing me a different shirt, one of his, I'd assume. He promptly turned his back when I lifted my shirt over my head, I smiled at the gesture.
"You're fine. Nothing I mind you seeing."
I looked at the shirt I'd just removed, noticing this also wasn't my shirt.
"Or anything you haven't seen, I'm assuming."
I laughed, Soobin grave me a small shrug.
"You were too off balance."
He said disappointedly. The shirt he gave me was slightly too big, but light, and comfortable.
"Oh, I don't mind. Thank you."
He turned back twords me, and responded with a slight nod.

Soobin's house was a classic family home. Family photos lined the tan walls of the stairwell, dark wood surround the ceilings and matched the banister. An old rug was rolled down and nailed into the stairs to give the wood some traction. Soobin made quick work of the steep stairs, probably having been up and down them hundreds of thousands of times. I tried to ignore my headache as best as I could, slowly making my way to living room. This room, much like the hallway upstairs, had family photos, some older, black and white, others were colored, many were of Christmas, seemingly in this exact room. Of Soobin and the rest of his family when he was a child. The same dark red couch was in most photographs. The room looked like it never changed, seemingly, it's always been the exact same.