Tangled Realities (Ot7xreader)

A sharp throb in your skull made you wince the moment you tried to open your eyes. You groaned, squinting at the ceiling, trying to process why your mouth felt drier than the Sahara Desert and why every muscle in your body ached like you’d run a marathon in heels.

Then it hit you—the club, the drinks, the dancing, Jungkook’s failed flirting attempts...

Oh. Oh no.

You fully opened your eyes, and the first thing you saw was five very unimpressed men staring down at you.

Your soul left your body.

Jin stood with his arms crossed, looking so done it was terrifying. Namjoon had that disappointed leader face, the one that made you want to crawl into a hole. Taehyung and Hoseok looked too entertained, and Yoongi was sipping his coffee with an unreadable expression.

Jimin and Jungkook, however, were completely passed out on your right side, Jimin’s head resting on Jungkook’s shoulder while Jungkook was half-sprawled on top of him, mouth wide open.

You sat up way too fast, regretting it immediately when your head pounded in protest. You cursed under your breath, then froze—you reeked of alcohol.

You turned to the guys slowly, forcing a smile. "Uh… good morning?"

Silence.

Jin raised a brow. "Morning? It’s literally past noon."

"Oh… heh… time is an illusion, you know?" You tried, hoping someone would save you.

"An illusion?" Namjoon deadpanned. "You snuck out, got wasted, and now you’re trying to give us a philosophical excuse?"

"I mean… it’s a good excuse?" You immediately regretted saying that.

"So you did sneak out," Yoongi noted, still sipping his coffee.

"...No?"

Jin huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Oh my God, I have raised fools."

Jungkook, still half-asleep, groaned next to you and mumbled, "I almost got a free drink…"

"Oh for fuck’s sake—" Jin looked ready to throw something.

Jimin stirred, blinking blearily before looking around. "Wha…?" He finally saw everyone standing there, realization dawning on him. "Oh. Oh, shit."

"Yeah, oh shit," Namjoon echoed.

Jimin sat up quickly, eyes darting to you as if this was all your fault. "YOU’RE the one who suggested going out!"

You gasped, betrayal in your eyes. "EXCUSE ME?! YOU AGREED WITHOUT HESITATION!"

"YOU SAID ‘LET’S GET WASTED’!"

"AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN TRY TO STOP ME!"

Jungkook groaned again, rubbing his face. "Guys… not so loud… my hangover is hanging over me…"

Hoseok snorted. "Serves you right."

Taehyung, clearly enjoying this, leaned forward. "So... was it worth it?"

You and Jimin exchanged glances before nodding at the same time.

"Absolutely," Jimin confirmed.

Jungkook raised a weak thumbs-up. "10 out of 10, would do it again..."

Jin took a deep breath, rolling up his sleeves like he was about to fight God himself. Namjoon cracked his neck, ready to unleash Professor Mode.

"Alright," Namjoon started, pacing in front of the couch like an angry dad. "Explain to me why three fully functioning adults thought it was a great idea to sneak out in the middle of the night and get completely wasted—"