Namjoon sat up like the undead, staring at nothing for a while before lying back down. He did that a few times, almost woke up, but the pain of the hang over sent him back to sleep. It was easier to sleep than suffer.

When he finally did wake, he staggered upright and came into the kitchen, rubbing his head and watching Yoongi curiously. "Good morning." Why did he feel like he did something stupid last night. "... I'm sorry?"