Sakura

Chapter Eight

It was his fifth night in Chicago when Y/N invited him to a bar. Apparently, this is the hype with college students. She even introduced him to some of her wild friends who were flirting with him all night. "Do you usually do this?" he asked when she sat beside him.

The girl smiled, shaking her head. "I just want to feel like I belong with them." She's changing. From the little girl who knows what she wants to an adult to someone who isn't sure of life. "I realized how bad it is for you when you suddenly came to Korea. Good thing, you have me."

Yuta smiled. "Not anymore," he murmured, hiding it by drinking a glass of beer. She does seem happier here and even if she says that she wants to belong with them, she does look like she fully adjusted here. She already moved on, without him. So he should, too.

Alcoholic drinks in Chicago are different than in Japan. They're stronger. Even the air from the club seemed so sinister to think about it. Maybe this was what lured college students into these bars and he can't help but be amazed that his sweet Y/N already feels at home in this environment. As he felt himself getting drunk and dizzier, he only muttered one thing before finally blacking out, "Yeokshi Chicago".

When Yuta opened his eyes, he saw that he wasn't in his hotel room or even a random hotel room at that. He knew this place. He had been here the second night he's in Chicago, seated on the floor with pizza, and just talking to the girl he always adored about Japan. He spotted a framed picture of her and her boyfriend on her bedside table, pushing it down so he wouldn't see how happy they looked.

What happened last night? Did he just completely blackout because of drunkenness? This is so not him. He was taking half of the bed, the sheet beside him feeling warm. Did they sleep beside each other? But he felt cold. He checked himself to see that he's naked, only covered in a blanket.

Think, Yuta, think. What exactly happened last night? Did something happen last night?

The sheets were colored but there's an obvious spot on the other half of the bed. Blood? Fuck, Yuta! He might have taken her virginity.

A lot of scenarios were running in his mind while showering but it all leads to the fact that something happened between them. He just crossed a line, even leaped on it. This is bad. So bad.

When he went out of her bathroom, with only a towel wrapped around his waist, she was inside the room with his clothes that made the two of them stop. She was just staring at him and he looked awkward but no one made a move until she lightly cleared her throat. "Your clothes." She left it on the bed. "Breakfast is ready outside." And Yuta nodded.

Is it just him? Why isn't she weirded out by this?

Y/N was putting plates on the table when he went out fully clothed. "Eomma left early since she's needed at the hospital." She said then sat opposite him. "She cooked this before leaving so you're safe."

"Did something happen last night?" He asked casually but she shook her head, laughing that he's bad at drinking. "Did I do something weird last night?" He can't even look at her. This is embarrassing. What if something did happen and she hates him for it? What should he say?

"Are you thinking that we had sex last night?" He stared at her in surprise. His sweet Y/N just casually saying those words as if it doesn't mean anything. She shook her head with a smile. "You were vomiting at your clothes that eomma had to remove them from you. Nothing happened, Yuta. You're safe with me." He should be saying those words and comforting her, not the other way.

And he believed her. He is safe with her.

But now, he was thinking of the contrary. Cherry. Something did happen that night.