Headache. Dry mouth. Drowsiness. Body weakness. Nausea.
These were the first things Yoona felt when she opened her eyes. It seemed as if she had slept for an eternity.
She could hardly feel her legs or arms. She could barely move her fingers. Her eyes kept closing, and she was terribly thirsty.
When she shifted her gaze from the ceiling to the bedside table, she saw a light-colored head comfortably nestled next to her. For five minutes, she couldn't figure out what it was. But when she recognized the face, brief flashes of memory ran through her head:
Champagne.
Dresses.
Robbers in a jewelry store.
A black van.
A bridge.
A nightclub.
Drinking. Lots of drinking.
Dancing. Dizziness.
Someone holding her tightly and leading her down a long, red-lit corridor.
A familiar voice. More drinking. Cold fingers...
Then, darkness. Only sounds penetrated her subconscious. She was beyond reality and couldn't return on her own. Something was holding her there. It wouldn't let her go. It wouldn't allow her to breathe deeply.
Yoona tried to pull her hand away from Jimin's tight grip, which caused him to wake up.
His lips curved into a slight smile. Yoona froze when she saw his eyes, slitted like a cat's, looking at her with a gentle, puppy-dog gaze.
"Are you awake?" the boy asked in a melodious voice. "How are you feeling?"
"What?" the girl asked in a barely audible voice.
"Your reaction is slow. That's normal for the first time," he replied, his words incomprehensible. "What are you doing here? What's going on? Why are you in my bedroom? Who gave you permission?" She bombarded the boy with questions, but he couldn't answer any of them.
"Wait! Stop!" Jim finally said. "Too many questions. Just ask one, and I'll explain everything to you," he suggested, calming her down.
"I don't remember anything," Yoona said, grabbing her head and running her fingers through her hair. After thinking for a few seconds about what to ask to find out why the supermarket robber was there, the girl asked her question. "What happened?"
"Where to start? Let me think..." He sat down more comfortably in the chair next to the bed. "I guess I'll start from the beginning. My friends and I tried to rob a supermarket where we met you.
I remember that. Start from the moment I passed out. I remember cursing Seoul because you dropped us off in the middle of nowhere.
"Oh, right... Sorry about that. Yongi-hyung is in a bad mood today."
"I don't care. I'll kill him at the first opportunity. What happened next? Continue."
"Well, after we left you on the bridge, we went to the "Yellow" nightclub.
"I remember that nightclub, too".
"Oh, well then..." Jim sighed and decided to tell her everything. Someone slipped you drugs. You and your friend."
"What?" she cried out. "SeoWoo... Where is she? What happened to her?"
"Don't worry. She's fine. Jungkook found her and helped her. But it was more complicated with you."
"What do you mean?"
"SeoWoo was worried about you, so the guys and I went looking for you. But Namjoon found you first."
"Namjoon?" she shouted across the room. "Damn it! My father will kill me if he finds out. They'll eat me alive. I need to call him..." She started looking for her phone.
"SeoWoo took your phone in case Joon called."
"Ah!" she hissed. Yoona tried to get out of bed, but Jim wouldn't let her. "Stay there. You can't move. It's too early. You need to rest," he said, pushing her back into bed and covering her with a blanket.
"Are you my babysitter now? Who gave you permission to treat me like this?"
"I'm not a babysitter. I'm a doctor. Or rather, a future doctor. I know better what you can and can't do." The boy raised his voice, making it sound even sweeter. Yuna just clicked her tongue in dissatisfaction.
"Can you let go of my hand?" She looked at his palm.
"What?" The boy was surprised by what he heard. Then he saw that he was still holding Yoona's hand and quickly released his grip. "I'm sorry," he replied, not looking away, but his cheeks flushed noticeably with embarrassment.
"What am I wearing?" Yoona pointed to the loose T-shirt and shorts she was wearing.
"Don't worry. SeoWoo changed your clothes. I didn't see anything, I swear." The boy's cheeks flushed even more.
Looking away from Jimin, who was being cute, Yoona smiled. There was something attractive about this boy, after all.
She was still under the influence of the drug, but her brain was already processing everything happening around her. Remembering how Jimin had looked at her in the jewelry store, she desperately wanted to get to know him better.
"A doctor, you say?" she said with a smile. "Well, tell me something interesting..." "You won't let me out of here, will you?" Jimin blushed again but then began to speak.
He told her everything that had happened to her over the last hour. He told her how he had taken her to the bathroom to throw up. He told her how he held her hair while she hugged the toilet. He told her how he had given her water and held her in bed while she tried to escape the room. He told her how she had talked in her sleep and told him he was handsome. After hearing this, Yoona felt embarrassed about her behavior while high. Hiding her red, shame-filled cheeks, the girl continued to listen to the guy describe everything in detail. She didn't want anything anymore.
The house was quiet. The other guys had disappeared somewhere, exploring the huge mansion in search of food. Sometimes, Hoseok's wild laughter and Taehyung's screams could be heard down the hallway in the distance. It seemed that they had finally found the frige.
Medications were laid out on the table near the sofa. SeoWoo held a tube of wound-healing ointment in her hands.
Yoongi lay unconscious on the sofa while she treated the wounds on his face. There was a huge bruise on his jaw. His eyebrow was cut, and his lip was cracked. He is in pain. He moaned in his sleep and twitched. Beads of sweat appear on his forehead and his lips turn pale.
The room is dimly lit, making it difficult to see. Leaning closer to Yoongi's face to get a better look at his wounds, the girl suddenly freezes.
She sat over him for a long time, examining his face. His skin is white as powdered sugar. His lips are a delicate pink hue. Long eyelashes and dark eyebrows. There was a mole on his left cheek. He was too handsome, even though he was beaten up. Still, he was attractive. Who would have thought that this cute-faced boy was the leader of a gang? He should be a pop star and shine on stage. But he's wasting his life.
Her heart beat loudly in her chest. She squeezed the ointment onto her finger again and raised her hand to the boy's face. Suddenly, she saw dark eyes looking at her. Yoongi grabbed her hand right above his face and squeezed it painfully in his palm.
"What are you doing?" he hissed hoarsely.
"Ouch, that hurts," she cried, trying to free her wrist. But his grip was strong.
"I'm asking you again: What are you doing?" he repeated, pushing her hand away.
"I want to help you," the girl replied, rubbing the spot where he had grabbed her. "Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You're all beaten up. Your face is covered in wounds and bruises."
"I don't need your help. They'll go away on their own," said Yoongi, settling down on the sofa. He grimaced from the pain in his back. He groaned. He twitched his lip and felt a tingling sensation. He touched the wound with his hand.
"Don't touch it. It's still fresh," she said, scrambling to find cotton to stop the bleeding. But he turned away when she tried to help him.
"Take your hands off me. Don't touch me," he grumbled, wiping away the blood.
"You're so stubborn," she pouted. She sat down next to him on the sofa, grabbed his hand, and applied ointment to the wound again.
"Ouch, that hurts..."
"Aw, you're a grown man and the leader of a gang, but you whine like a child," she said, smiling.
"Shut up, will you?" he snapped, not taking his eyes off her. Shocked by her persistence, he tried to contain his anger. No one had ever treated him so rudely. Had she lost her fear? She had completely lost her mind. "I don't need your help. I can handle it myself." Taking the tube of ointment from her, the boy began to apply it to his own wounds, but it looked childish. "What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing..." SeoWoo replied, averting her gaze. After watching the boy struggle with the tube for a few minutes, SeoWoo couldn't take it anymore. "Aigu..." she muttered, taking the ointment from him. She squeezed the contents of the tube onto her finger again and brought her hand to his face. He leaned back. "Don't be afraid. It won't hurt," she said, giving him a gentle look.
Surprisingly, Yoongi gave in to the girl's persistence and allowed her to help him. He let her touch his face. With his eyes wide open, he stared at SeoWoo the whole time and took deep breaths. He looked her up and down. He remembered the short dress she had worn earlier. But even now, she looked just as good: She wore denim shorts. A white blouse with the top button undone. Strands of dark hair fell neatly onto her shoulders. Perfect.
"Thank you..." His thoughts were interrupted by her soft, quiet voice.
"For what?" he asked, swallowing the lump in his throat.
"For helping me find my friend," she said, smiling but not looking him in the eye.
"No need for niceties. I don't like that," he said, turning away.
"It's just a simple gesture of gratitude."
"It's still not worth it. I won't like you anyway."
"I'm not trying to" She pressed harder on the bruise on his face, causing Yoongi to wince and groan.
"It hurts..."
"If you don't like it, then I won't help you," she said angrily, throwing the tube on the table. She stood up, ready to leave, when suddenly, a cold hand grabbed her wrist.
"Stop!" he said behind her. "Continue." It still hurts..." He was embarrassed by his sudden change in behavior.
"Then endure it, even if it hurts a lot." She turned around and looked at the hand firmly holding her wrist.
"Okay..."
3:11
Everything is calm for now.