A blanket covered him. He turned to Shotaro who's fully clothed in pjs and eye sleepmask above his head.
He let the blanket fall to touch his hands to demand answers.
"You threw up on your bed. I called Kun Senpai for help. He left your sheets in the washer." Shotaro explained quietly.
Jisung frowns at the downcast look. He does believe him, it just bothers him to see that expression from his best friend.
He lets go of his hands to start his busy day. Unaware, his drunken self last night chose Shotaro for the telepathic bond who accepted it.
Ten minutes later, he's dressed in his home clothes and robe.
"Your head is a mess, Jisung."
Jisung bent down slightly, letting Shotaro brush his hair. "I understand you now without the hand holding?"
"Yep." Shotaro replied stiffly. He pushed his bangs to the side.