Jimin didn't even know when he had fallen asleep, but he awoke with a terrible hangover the next day.

Jimin wearily looks at the box, it wasn't over yet. There were around 4 to 5 of them left.

"Well I better get this over with." Jimin mumbles half-heartedly, "Maybe later." He mumbles lying back down on the floor while staring at the ceiling.

He just spend most of the morning lying on the ground and staring at the ceiling, he hadn't been to work in days and he ignored all texts, phone calls and emails. He didn't see the point of that anymore, he just wished that if he stayed here long enough without eating or drinking water he will rot to death.

"Death is better than this migraine in my head."