"I was searching for you...," he mumbles and his words take you aback. 

Is he still drunk? 

"Are you still drunk?" you ask with pure confusion in your voice.

"I don't think so..." he says and suddenly turns around and you collide on his chest once again because you absent-mindedly kept walking. 

"Sorry," you say and awkwardly take a step back pursing your lips. 

The moment you take that step back Jimin eyes you from head to toe and you can't help but feel exposed.

"Um...," You begin sheepishly, your bare legs feel like they've been targeted in a video game where they've been marked with red color meaning that the shooter has looked target and is about to shoot.

However you become unamused once Jimin snickers, and the feeling of being targeted goes away.

"Why are you wearing that? Are you trying to seduce me?" he says with a smirk and looks up to your face.

He's at an awful looking state yet again he manages to make you feel uncomfortable and slightly blush.

His attitude angers you little bit, as well, why does he think you'd ever try to seduce him?

Does he think that high of himself?

Unfortunately though, you can not seem to be able to come up with a spicy response to shoot him with and that is because your mind feels like it has been conquered by mist, a type of mist that blocks you from all the mental paths you have to follow when you need to think up a smart comeback to something.  So instead, you just brush him away with something basic.

"Yeah, right, in your dreams," you say and push past him to go grab your clothes.

"Then why are you wearing this pink and short bathrobe?" he says and you stop dead on your track as you open the door of the closet.

You slowly turn your head to look at him and give him a glare,"Cut it off."

"Aaah, craaap," he whines as he reaches his hand to his head and scrunches up his face in pain.

You snicker thinking it serves him right for being cheeky but then you feel bad because he is in pain as he continues to express it through his face expression and the noises of discomfort he makes.

"Aiish, Pabo (stupid)," You sigh, and go to assist him sit on your bed, "Why did you have to drink so much?"

"I didn't have any other way to get away from all the feelings," he mumbles as he lays back down and you fix the pillows not giving his sentence much thought and simply letting it go without much analyzing.

"Oh, well now you are a hundred times worse than you were yesterday," you say as you straighten your back and look down at him,

"Was it worth it?"

Jimin purses his lips for a moment and morphs an expression that says his thinking over your question, "It wasn't, but for some reason it feels like it was..."

That is true, he knows that drinking so as to be careless for a few hours is not worth it because he's going to be a lot worse after the effects of alcohol wear off, however, he's gut is telling him that it was worth it, he feels like something that happened yesterday night will change a lot of things.

The bummer is that he can't remember what that thing is.

You raise a confused eyebrow at his statement not understanding the message behind it so you just shrug it off.

He probably isn't in his right mind yet.

It's true; He hasn't fully came back to his full self yet. He hasn't even questioned why you are there taking care of him and not one of his Hyungs or Dongseaengs. Or why he isn't at his house in the first place.

You sigh, walk to your closet and take all the clothing you need.  You go back to the bathroom and wear your underwear, and a pair of sweatpants and a Superman baggy T-shirt.

You hang the bathrobe back to were it hang before.

You remind yourself that Jimin needs fluids and Rush to the kitchen as you pick your wet hair up in a bun.

"Oh come oooonnn," you whine as you are met the mess of a kitchen,  pots are all over the floor along with pieces of glass and on the table are all the medical things you used to treat Jimin hand.

Whether you like it or not you will have to clean this place up, and you will do it before you start making breakfast.

You grab another bottle of water from the cupboard you keep the bottles of water you want to keep in room temperature. You have some in the fridge as well but giving him cold water could hurt his lungs.  He already feels like shit he doesn't need a sore throat as well.

You rush up the stairs with the bottle of water and when you enter you see Jimin laying on a recovery position aimlessly staring at the empty air in front of him, probably being deep into thought.

"Jimin?" you say quietly as you approach him and set the the bottle of water on the nightstand.

"Yeah?" he grumbles after he snaps his back to reality and berries his face in between the pillow and his forearm.

"I bought you some water, I'm going to turn on the thermostat so that you can shower in a bit, it will make you feel better," you explain and you see him nod, "Do you want to eat breakfast before or after you shower?" you ask once again before exiting the room.

"After," you hear his faint voice and you exit the seemingly dark room.

The blue curtains haven't been opened because the light will most likely disturb Jimin. Some light passes through them, but not enough to see clearly. Just enough to walk around and not bump into anything.

You walk back to the kitchen, but you turn on the thermostat to have the water warming.

You start the cleaning by taking the medical things you used for Jimin's hand back to their rightful place in the first aid kit and the lamp back to your room.

Then you continue by picking up all the pots and placing them back to where they were before, but of course you look out not to step on a broken piece of glass.

After you are done with bringing the kitchen to how it's supposed to be and cleaning the floor free of all the shards of the glass you start thinking of what you should make for breakfast.

Well, Jimin has a weak stomach at the moment so he shouldn't eat anything heavy, such us spicy food or meat.

Then again you should probably check the Internet just to be sure. 

You reach for your phone in your pocket but you don't find it there, you panic for a mere second but then you remember that it's in your room on the bed.

You silently walk in the room, Jimin is still in the position you left him; resting on one side, his face buried in his forearm and pillow, and his hair is messy as hell.

You tiptoe to the other side of the bed where your phone is supposed to be, however it's nowhere to be seen.

You look around, on the nightstand on the floor but it's out of sight.

Where could it be?

You're sure it is in your room, somewhere.

You lean over the bed to check under your pillow or and around the covers but you find nothing.

"Aish," You sigh quietly and rest your hands on your waist as your hands rest on your hips while you're eyes are scanning around the bed once again.

As you look over the area near Jimin you see a piece of black plastic sticking out of the side he is resting on.

You tilt your head in confusion as you examine it more.

Is this your phone?

It does look like it though.

You lean over the bed and make an attempt to take the phone, but since it is buried between the bed and Jimin it's kind of hard to do it without disturbing him.

Also your bed is quite big and you are barely keeping your balance, if the someone pushes you slightly, you will lose your balance and fall but if you do you'll fall on the bed so that's not a problem.

However, Jimin will be disturbed and woken up, for a reason you feel much better when you know he's asleep and not awake.

Maybe that is because if he wakes up the two of you will have to interact and given that last night he was all open hearted and friendly and today he might be totally different when he comes fully to his senses, kinda scares you.  Because you want to be kind to him because of his state and hopefully receive his kindness in return but then again, you don't want to be turned into a fool incase he doesn't decide to be as kind.

The fingertips of your right hand curl around the phone and you slowly start pulling it out, however, Jimin,  who was wide awake the entire time, senses this and turns around burying the phone deeper and now your hand as well is squashed between his back and the mattress of your bed.

Not being able to stretch your body more and keep your balance you collapse on the mattress as well.

"What are you doing?" Jimin shooting you a look that gives away that he thought you are attempting to kill him with the stab of a knife at his back.

"Taking my phone, you were sleeping on it," you say with a serious voice and give him a strict look.

"That's not your phone," he says and now his face expression is more calm but it slowly fades away.

"But I saw it," you say raising your eyebrows.

"That was my phone," he says in a monotonous tone.

"Really? Oh, sorry," you say believing him, "Where is that damn phone?"

You sigh and let your head hit the mattress. Your neck is still super stiff, the shower helped your muscles relax a little bit but still not enough. 
You can feel your neck relax the moment you stop forcing it to have your head look up and it's a Damn nice reeling.

You want to rub your neck so you start pulling out the hand pressed under Jimin's back, not dragging the phone along, however he puts more force onto it and it stops your hand from escaping.

"Let go of my hand Jimin," You growl into the mattress.

"Tell me what you wanted with my phone first," he demands and you growl.

"I just confused it for mine, let me go now," you whine and try once again to have your hand escape from his pressure, but Jimin who is now hit with a small doze of adrenaline and is feeling like he's drank five coffees with caffeine, grabs your forearms and stops your from pulling your hand out any further.

"Aaaiiishhh, what are you doing? Let me go," you say getting irritated by his act since he's stalling you from finding your phone and cooking breakfast.

You're not only cooking breakfast for him, you're as hungry as a bear right now and the growls of your stomach aren't much of a help.

Jimin only snickers at this and puts more force against yours therefore fully preventing you from escaping hist grasp.

He was as weak as a leaf a bit ago? When did he gather all the energy for this? Is the sudden rush of energy a syptom of being hungover?

What the heck?

Before you can say or do anything else, the phone you tried to receive, that trapped your hand under Jimin, like the cheese on mousetraps, starts vibrating and a muffled sound start coming out of it.

Jimin recognizes the song being played as his ring tone and internally whines not being in the mood to talk to the phone.

Suddenly all the energy he had seconds ago is all drained and once again he's feeling like he's a beaten up sack of potatoes. Nevertheless, the vibration of his phone is annoying him so much he actually lets go of your forearm and sits up a little bit.

You rush to take your hand away and bring it to your neck and start rubbing it a little bit, while Jimin reaches for his phone and checks the caller ID.

It's his mother.

Damn, this means he has to answer, he can't ignore her call.

If it were one of the boys he probably wouldn't answer, but it's his mother we're talk about.  He slides his thumb across the screen and brings the phone to his ear.

"Omma, I'm too sick to talk right now, but I will call you in a bit okay?" he asks but obviously his mother gets more worried at the word 'sick'  and starts shooting him questions, to which he can not answer.

"Ommaaa, I don't remember ask her she knows," Jimin whines and forces his phone to your ear.

Your eyes go wide at his action and your voice seems to be gone.

What the fuck did he just do?

He just put you on the phone with his mother.

"Yeoboseyo?"

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**'Yeoboseyo' is used to to answer the phone, like "hello?"