not my problem. - 𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐱 𝐯

nineteen

SEOJUN

I'm sure that at one point or another I must have said this before - but it seems to encapsulate the current situation so well that I thought it best to just repeat myself. 

Han SeoJun never does anything by half. 

Not liking Jeo JangMi, not hating Jeo JangMi, not singing, not dancing, not working and most importantly, not getting drunk. 

Alcohol for me was usually all or nothing, but I didn't think my 'all' would be quite as bad as it was last night...  Whenever I woke up not being able to remember much (if anything) from the night before, I always knew that whatever I'd done must have been catastrophic.

Luckily, though, my fragmented memory was memory all the same... As far as last night was concerned I recalled a lot of shouting on JangMi's part and some sort of goose chase which accompanied said shouting.  I also remembered having water thrown on my head, and asking her to sleep with me (I wasn't quite sure if she threw the water because I'd asked her to do so or if the events weren't linked). I also believed I briefly fell on top of her at some point but everything else was really a blur. 

Groaning at the light which flooded in I used my hand to block the sun from my (now opened) eyes, moving toward the bathroom.  Blinking I focused my vision - regarding myself in the mirror.  I looked like shit, and I smelt like it too.  Though, actually, this smell was something I felt as if I could specifically place...  the kind of repulsive that it wasn't your first encounter with. 

Looking at myself more closely I could see quite clearly where the offensive odour actually stemmed from - the clues gathered around the corners of my mouth.  It was sick.

And this was bad. 

I mean, that really goes without saying; it's not as if it would be good...  Still, this situation was seriously bad. 

Seeing as there was only vomit around my chin, and there hadn't been any mess on the floor it meant one of two things: I'd either vomited on an inanimate object or surface or I had vomited on a person and, seeing as SuHo was relatively spotless that person would have been Jeo JangMi.

But no.  Surely I wouldn't have done that and lost control so completely - even if I was drunk.  Right? 

God please say that was right...

I had a shower and rid myself of all olfactory traces of last night before heading into the kitchen for some food.  Unfortunately though, it wasn't possible for me to wash away the hang over.  Water couldn't, I supposed, purify everything.

Not that long after I stirred, SuHo awoke too.  I gave him a change of clothes, and the both of us worked on minimising the culture shock the morning after brought as much as possible, immersing ourselves in near complete darkness...

"Remind me never to listen to you and get this drunk again?"

SuHo's voice was as low and tired as I felt.  We presently sat on the ground with our backs against the door (seeing as it was the darkest part of the house).

"Remind me not to listen to myself... ever."

SuHo let out a breathy chuckle at my words, nodding his head.  "What will you do about JangMi?"

"I don't know." I answered, earnestly.  "I'll decide that when I'm more sober..."

"But... if anything...  won't it be best to do it when you're still sort of drunk?" He challenged.  "So you've still got the liquid courage there."

I shook my head.  "I need to be completely free of alcohol when I hear her answer."

Pausing I turned to him, a curious tone becoming me.  "What about you?" I asked.  "Ready to go back to JuGyeong?"