『「rendezvous」』

「』chapter 3『」

「』you can pick the place too, wherever you want『」

『johnny's pov』

i woke up, my head pounding like a motherfucker. i knew i was definitely hungover. how much did i drink last night, i wondered.

rubbing my sore eyes, i lifted myself off of the couch that i definitely didn't remember crashing on and winced at the pain stabbing my brain. i fumbled around for my phone, pulling it out of my pants pocket and squinting at the time. my mom had texted me last night saying something about making sure to eat at mark's house, where i had told her i was staying.

i groaned as i slowly stood up, fighting off the vertigo. looking around the room, i took in the various people still passed out. i recognized several, mark, jooheon, yuta, bambam(the host), yugyeom, taeyong, jaehyun, and a few others.

i then looked down at myself, taking in the fact i was shirtless and had no idea where that said piece of clothing was. i didn't remember a lot of the last part of the party, just meeting, huddling in the corner, and going out to the shed with ten.

HOLY SHIT.

WITH TEN.

what the hell happened??

ugh, this was too much thinking. thinking hurts.

i stumbled in the general direction of the kitchen and grabbed an empty red plastic cup, filling it with water. (dRiNk WaTeR~ jisoos)

i didn't hear someone approaching me until they spoke.

"hey, what time is it- oh johnny, you're up."

i flinched, spinning around too quickly, causing my headache to worsen. i groaned as the floor began to stabilize again, looking up to see a groggy ten. my eyes widened as i saw him wearing what was most definitely my shirt. it was way too big on him, the neckline drooping down to reveal much of his collerbone. that was marked red and purple. oh god. i think i knew where, or who, the hickeys were from. i'm not sure how i felt about that.

"agh! um, hi ten, do you want some... um.... water? or milk?" what the fuck johnny? what kind of question was that? dumbass.

"sure," he replied, yawning and rubbing his eyes. oh meme lord, help me. he was way too cute when he was sleepy.

i grabbed another cup from the table and trudged over to the fridge, filling it. i turned back to him again, slowly this time and saw that he had taken a seat at the counter.

i handed ten the cup and plunked in a seat next to him, forgoing the 'no homo seat' as what i think that happened last night was pretty homo.

"uh, ten?"

"yea..."

"do you, um, remember what happened last night? in the shed?"

"yea, most if not all of it."

i groaned, partially out of pain and partially of embarrassment.

"don't worry, we didn't do anything... intense."

"... ok"

"mhm," he hummed, sipping his water.

"do you think there's pain meds upstairs? or in a bathroom?" even the dim light filtering through the curtains sent white-hot needles through my brain.

"i don't know, probably. how hungover are you?"

"my head feels like someone stabbed a rusty firepoker in it, but i'm not very nauseous."