Jimin tried to open his eyes but he didn't want to. Or he couldn't, he wasn't sure which, his lids refused to move and he slurred out a small groan. Jesus, how much did he drink last night? He must have been hungover. Or just really sleepy maybe? He couldn't get the fog out of his head to properly think it over. He remember getting drinks with ten and then nothing.

Struggling, he opened his eyes and the room instantly blurred around him. Oh shit. He couldn't move his arms.

He could hear Tae in the distance and he turned his head in his direction, not entirely with it but looking at him through this horrible fog that had built around his head. "Tae?" He swallowed hard and tried to force his eyes to stay open, sluggishly fighting through the drugs. "I don't feel good... wha-- what's happenin'?"

Why was everything so wrong?