07: emptiness. (pt. 2)

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for men who are also wolves...

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UNSURPRISINGLY, rosalie has one of the most intense headaches she's ever had since her first sip of alcohol when she turned 21. she awoke with a groan — disappointed that she allowed herself to turn to drinks to blur her raging feelings, but not shocked that she chose to do so. her eyes wandered to her surroundings; and she quickly realized that this was definitely not the couch of her karaoke room, neither was this her own bedroom. although her clothes weren't removed and she still had all her fingers and toes, worry still creeped up inside her as she removed the blankets from her legs and peered at the time.

9:27 a.m. a glass of water on the nightstand with two aspirin pills beside it were near the alarm clock, and she grabbed them with an esteemed urgency, swallowing them quickly. she needed to get home, and fast. she shoots a text to juno, asking where she was and if she was okay before someone knocks at the door.

her eyes widen at the sound, her body flinching and her senses heightened. who is that?

"rosie? are you up?" she instantly sighs in relief; it wasn't a weirdly kind kidnapper at her door, it was just hoseok. the reasoning why only had to be that she had done something unreasonably unwise in her drunken state. she's already feeling a rush of embarrassment thinking of what that could've been.

"y-yes! i'm up," she stands as the door opens, with hoseok poking his head in first with the rest of his body following. he's wearing casual clothing instead of pajamas; he must've just flopped on the couch from being so tired. he smiles warmly, before walking over to her, placing his hand on her forehead.

"hm. you're not warm. you feel okay? did you take the aspirin?" his eyes are furrowed with a cautious worry and his hair is horribly disheveled as he speaks. she nods, moving his hand from her head slowly.

"yeah, i'm fine. stop babying me," she says playfully as she looks up at him. "did juno get home safe?" he nods at her words again and she thanks him for being so considerate.

"i mean, i couldn't really leave her there," he laughs, "she was actually really mad at me for waking her up."

"yeah, that's juno for you. the angry drunk." a lightbulb seems to go off in her head for a moment, so she asks quickly, "wait. what all happened exactly? i remember juno taking me to the karaoke room, but everything else is kind of blurry." she looked up at him warily, not knowing what to expect, but it couldn't be so bad, right?

hoseok grimaced, his hand going straight to the nape of his neck; his nervous tick. he sucked in a breath, "well."

that alarmed her. she sat up straighter then, bracing herself for the information she was so careless to expose. she tried to preview in her mind everything she could've said on a scale from being slightly uncomfortable, but not as embarrassing to extremely private and totally ignominious. in all honesty, she was kind of fine with mentioning anything but what happened with jimin.

god, she thought, not him.

hoseok couldn't meet her eyes. he sighed, avoiding her worried eyes before deciding on speaking. he needed to be careful with this, it was definitely a hard subject to discuss. "you — you uh," he scratched behind his ears some more, gazing at her face and then dropping his eyes, "you told me about jimin."

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