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song for this chapter: taylor swift - cruel summer
"I love you, ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard,"
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN i want the earth to swallow me whole.
Never in her life had Hwa Young felt a hangover so painful. Through her close lids, she could sense the bright lights that sifted through the window of— I don't have a window.
Forcing her eyes open, the woman jumped up in bed. From her quick movements, the comforter that laid atop her now fell to her lap, allowing the cool morning air to nip at her bare skin. A heavy ache raced to her temples from her rapid actions, but she wasn't given much time to dwell on the surging pain when realization finally dawned upon her as if freezing ice cold water was splashed atop her.
Glancing down, her lilac colored sheets were no longer of a cute color, but of a charcoal grey.
Whipping her head around, her eyes dizzied at the fact that the bedroom she laid in was completely unrecognizable. From the tall ceilings, dark wallpaper and the grand window that stood a couple few away from the foot of her bed, reaching the ceiling from the very floor.
This was an expensive bedroom. One that didn't fit a teacher's budget.
But the greatest shock of all was the lack of clothing she wore. Hwa Young's chin fell and touched her upper chest, where she looked down at her exposed body— seeing her cleavage peak out from her beige bra.
Her tired, squinted eyes widened into saucers, and her heart began to go into overdrive. From how fast it heated in her chest, one would think she had just ran a marathon.
Fidgeting in her spot, the woman hurriedly search for any cues of where she was, whilst simultaneously recollecting the events of the previous night. But from her worsening headache that seemed to grow every waking second, her memories were like one's vision without their prescribed glasses— blurry.
