𝐄𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜 || seongsang

𝟐𝟒.𝟓; one time too many

♫; Do, re, mi, fa, so fuckin' done with you
So fuckin' done with all the games you play
I ain't no Tic-Tac-Toe

♫ — blackbear ~ do re mi

[hi, it's your girl ;)]

♡

Close, Open, Close.

Yeosang let out a groan as he felt his eyes burn, Giving himself enough time to adjust to the vision he didn't know he was going to wake up to. The moment he got used to the sunlight peeking through the blinds of the windows, He already felt his head burn from the hungover he'd forced himself into - Migraine taking over his braincells as he felt a terrible pain at his back.

Pain.

Nothing but pain, Slithering it's way mercilessly through the veins of discharged organs.

It might've been because of the uncomfortable position he had been sleeping in, Because the next thing he had to do right after he awoke - Was crane his stiffen neck to the side, And moved out of the untangled covers that were barely covering his body. Now that he was coming back to his right senses, He quickly grew suspicious of the space he found himself in - And indeed, His suspicions turned out to be more than true. The bed in which he had been resting in wasn't the same - Navy blue - His own. But it didn't feel any less comfortable, Rather foreigner than anything.

Little by little, He began to piece things together - And came to the not-so-unclear conclusion that this was not his apartment. He was always used to waking up to the continuous loop of growling coming from his alarm, And the amount of times he'd absentmindedly thrown it at the wall to silence it was countless. Then whose apartment was he at right now?

Not wasting any more time, He stumbled out of the sheets and was immediately met with his own reflection in the a fair-sized mirror hung above a white vanity table, Which he assumed was whoever's living in the house.

Minutes passed, And it was spent with him watching himself in the mirror in pure terror. His hair was a tousled mess, Not so what he had styled it to be last night - Whatever time and hardwork he dedicated himself to doing, Now all had gone to a waste he for sure predicted. He felt traumatized - A mess, Eyeing himself up and down, Noticing the bloodshot eyes and ruffled clothes, Which were fortunately still on, Reassuring him that he didn't have another consensual sex with a complete stranger.

"What even..." Yeosang muttered, Crestfallen. Having drunk so much has always been a living disaster, Especially when he knows the reward he gets in return more than well. Nonetheless, He couldn't possibly turn back time, Even if he wanted to, Nor could he control his actions.