#a dusty crusty word doc on my computer

[sickiebangtan]

this was on a word document i’ve had for a few months. just me indulging my hungover jimin thoughts :p it’s sporadic and unpolished, but i thought i’d share since i’ve been so inactive lately. i still have to work amid all this corona craziness :/ 

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scenario: hungover jimin but still has to go to an interview.

jin hears footsteps pattering to the bathroom early that morning as he tries to sleep.

namjoon knows jimin’s been holed up in the bathroom for most of the morning. he doesn’t disturb—whatever jimin needs to do to get himself ready for this interview, he won’t interrupt. he uses the guest bathroom in the house so no one needs to use it, and so hobi doesn’t hear him. he isn’t seen when it’s time for breakfast. they don’t see him until he’s climbing into the van, saying he’s fine. jin offers some meds for a headache he may be having and jimin takes them without much of a reaction, not wanting the attention, although he takes the 2 pills and a swig of water, patting jin’s knee thankfully.

yoongi knows jimin was drunk last night. he didn’t even sleep in his own bed that night. he slept in yoongi’s room—because he could barely walk on his own and yoongi was taking care of him, trying to get him to sober up. he kept yoongi up wanting to talk about feelings and thoughts really meant for namjoon and not for yoongi. but he listened and let jimin talk—or slur—himself to sleep.

he seems okay during the interview, but he’s been putting up a front all day. namjoon watches him participate with a convincing tone in his voice when he needs to answer a question, even has a witty response and a charming smile in response to the expensive shades covering his eyes indoors. when there’s a break and jimin slips off to the bathroom, namjoon walks up to the door to hear jimin coughing and retching behind the door. it’s hard to tell he’s been sick when he gets back, but his sniffling and his discreet hiccups behind his fist give him away, at least to namjoon. he watches jimin take a swig of water from his water bottle and wishes jimin would look his way so he can give him a “fighting” fist of encouragement. 

back in the van, jimin is quiet, running a hand through his hair a few times and lingering on his forehead. his head must be killing him. he keeps his sunglasses on. 

when they get home, he appears to be sleeping. jin lifts jimin’s shades off his face. “I think i’ve seen enough of these shades today—i miss my mochi’s face.” Jin says. “oo, baby, you look rough.” he puts a hand on jimin’s cheek, to which jimin moans groggily. “you feelin okay?”

“yeah.” he mumbles, swallowing. he doesn’t look convincing, peeling himself from the seat and letting jin help him step down from the van. 

. . . . .this is how i start fic ideas. i have drafts on Word with little notes to myself in parentheses. i write out everything i want to happen in it, and then i go back and fluff it up, stretch it out, and add more dialogue. i reread this and i wanted to make it into something, but it’s just not gonna happen any time soon. i work too dang much right now. i need a vacay y’all. <3 lub you!!