Hey guys!! I know, I promised a weekly update, but I want to graduate from school with good marks and that means that I have to sit down and concentrate on school.  This Chapter is too long so, I divided it into two parts. Truthfully I also don't know how the chapter is gonna turn out since I actually have to still finish it  xD

Also not proofread, I'll probably do that in the holidays when I have more time.  Anyhow enjoy!!! 

When Jungkook finally woke up, half of the day was already gone, and the only reason he woke up was due to the illuminating rainbow colored LED lights in his room. His room was shining brighter than a Christmas tree on Christmas Eve. Why in the world were his LED lights on?

Still tired and with no aspiration to get up, he rolled on the bed until he reached the edge and threw his feet off the bed, leaving them dangling in the air. There, he left his head buried under his pillow and convinced himself that he would just sleep for five more minutes. But the thing about him was that he had a bad sleeping habit; once he was awake, he could never fall back asleep.

He let out a frustrated groan before pushing himself off the bed, eyes still half closed. The curtains in the room were shut and he had no idea what time it was. He knew it was Sunday, that was he certain of since he had come back with ... who had brought him back home?

He looked at his feet surprised that they weren't cold when he staggered around his room trying to get to the bathroom. He was wearing socks but didn't seem to remember to have had any on the day before. His lack of memory of the previous two nights made him inspect his whole image when he reached his bathroom and sat on the lead, trying to stop the room from spinning.

He was in a yellow onesie that he did not remember putting on or even owning, his life. He was sure that one of his Hyungs had dared him to put it on yesterday and as drunk as he had been, he had agreed to it. And he was also sure that they had taken enough pictures to make his life a living hell with them. Damn them!

After a few more minutes sitting on the toilet lead and cursing himself out, he managed to get to the sink and steadied himself against one and then inspected his reflection in the mirror above the sink.

"Just how much did you drink, Jungkook?" he frowned at himself. He could see big eye bags under his bloodshot eyes and he was sure that he did not just drink the last two nights.

He sighed, deeply regretting whatever he might have done or said in his not sober state. God, he wished he hadn’t done anything that could come biting him back. The last thing he needed was one of his stupid life choices to come knocking at his door.

"Ugh...not good. Bad breath. You need to brush, now," he muttered at his reflection.

Half an hour later and Jungkook came out of the bathroom feeling cleansed, like whatever he might have done the previous nights did not exist. He was still drained, but he felt much better than when he had woken up.                                                                                               He was glad that he had been sensible enough to store his painkillers in his bathroom cabinets or else he may have needed an extra hour going back into his room - where the freaking LED lights were still shining brighter than ever- to retrieve some painkillers.

His head wasn’t pounding as much and the feeling of throwing up was not there anymore. But now, his stomach was being a loud demanding . 

"Why the hell did I freaking drink so much?" he asked himself as he wondered down the stairs. His question was however answered by a disturbing image of his ex and her current boy toy.

"!" He bumped his toe in the frame of the kitchen door and he just wished he hadn’t woken up.

Standing frozen in the kitchen, he now wondered what to do. He knew he should look in the fridge for something to eat or if possible even cook, but that meant he'd have to remain a good half an hour standing and standing was not something he wanted to do at the moment. The room was spinning although he was leaning on the kitchen counter and he felt nauseous again.

His stomach roared to contradict this. , what do you want?!

Maybe he could make some fried eggs, they were fast and easy. Or pancakes! His stomach roared again, his mouth almost drooling at the image of pancakes. He sighed and walked out of the kitchen into the living room, looked for the house phone and the phone book. He dialed his favorite restaurant and ordered linner as Jimin would call it.

As he waited for the food, he pondered over the events of the previous nights. Something Ha Na had done had ticked him off, right? Or was it her toy?

Right, Ha Na had asked him to be friends, as if it wasn't enough; she'd done it in front of everyone. And then someone, some stupid moron had dared him to kiss her because he'd refused to answer a truth.

He hated truth or dare. It wasn't like he hadn't wanted to kiss her or anything, but kissing your ex who cheated on you because she thought you were broken up in front of her new boyfriend was not a jolly thing.

Jungkook had wanted Ha Na to miss him and regret cheating on him, so he'd given his all in the bloody kiss, heck he might have even kissed her more passionately than he had ever done when they were still dating and he knew from the way she had kissed him back hungrily that she had missed him just as much as he had missed her.   

Had it not been due to his pride, he may have considered taking her back. Hell, she was inquiring it the whole night, not verbally, but her body language said so and Jungkook knew her body like the back of his hand. Ha Na might have been