Exotic Love (Novel)

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Yang Sun-woong, who woke up to go to the bathroom, never returned. Yang Hyun-ji, who went to take care of my cousin, also didn't come back. Han Ju-sung was also sleeping crumpled on one side of the sofa, and only Yoon Hee-gyeom and I were awkwardly seated at the table.

It was the result of a great deal of mental strength that came to my senses even though I was drunk enough to lose conciousness. The stubbornness that I shouldn't get drunk before Yang Sun-woong was barely holding me back.

Now that Yang Sun-woong is out, I feel like I will collapse soon. Especially now, I was madly in need of cigarettes, and if I smoke a cigarette in this situation, the alcohol would have gone up to the tip of my head and almost made me pass out. But I was also desperate for cigarettes.

I'll call Kim Tae-woon, tell him to pick me up, and then I'll go out and smoke. As I thought so, I felt dizzy the moment I stood up from my seat. I didn't even know I was going to fall from dizziness.

"...Are you all right?"

...No, I didn't fall down. It was because Yoon Hee-gyeom, who had already approached me, was supporting me. I tried to smile saying it was okay. I laughed well in front of Yang Sun-woong and Yang Hyun-ji. I laughed like a drunk person. But I couldn't smile when I saw Yoon Hee-gyeom.

Oh, yeah, I can't just go. If I leave Yoon Heegyeom here and Sunwoong comes back. How do I know what drunk Yang Sun-woong will do to Yoon Hee-gyeom, who was aiming for him?

You said you'd watch me drink. Yang Sunwoong, you son of a bitch. You have no idea how much I've wanted to rip your face off and cut off the head. My anger soared. Son of a bitch. He just knows how to get flirty with it, you crazy junkie. Son of a bitch.

"Stand up."

"......"

"No, you're up. Then lets go into the room."

I'd take him home if it wasn't far, but it was far from here. Even if I tried to call Kim Tae-woon to make him do it, I couldn't contact him because he was trying to keep Yoon Hee-gyeom away from my eyes. If they had a party at a hotel like this, they would have reserved a room for the main guests.

But I suddenly had a strange thought. Since I don't think they'll spend money on a crank-in party in this hotel rooms due to the lack of production costs, chances were high that Yang Sun-woong, who cared deeply for his relative, and wanted to associate me with her, which is also aiming to have Yoon Hee-gyeom, paid the money for the rooms. If Yang Seon-woong himself arranged for the room, he would know where Yoon Hee-gyeom's room was.
Damn it, that's no good there either. It was funny that my brain worked like this even when I was drunk. I know my thoughts are a mess, but it was clear that Yoon Hee-gyeom should not be just sent to his room.

"Go check in any room,"

I rummaged my pocket, pulls out my wallet, and hands a card into his hand. Yoon Hee-gyeom help me to put me back in my seat. He left saying he would be right back, and I tried my best not to lose my mind.

Huu, I felt like I was getting more drunk by the smell of alcohol emanating from my lungs as I caught my breath. I hated the smell and wanted to smoke. But if I smoke, I'll get drunk even more.