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𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

The next morning, I woke up, stretching my arms and yawing.

I blinked my eyes a couple of times before realizing that I'm laying on the bed.

Uhhhh????

Confused, my eyebrows clashed.

Heeseung is nowhere to be seen in the area. But on the lamp's side was a folded piece of paper.

After opening the letter, I spoke aloud., "My room is just next to you, you could have left me there,"

Uh, What?

My temper spiked, and the blood in my veins boiled.

Is it that hard to say thank you?

Why did I even help you in the first place...

"Good morning, Heeseung. Have you had a good sleep?"
I sarcastically asked and added anger to my tone.

He shifted his gaze from his book to me. His eyes travelled up and down and returned back to his history book.

"Yes, and I dreamt about drowning thanks to your wet towel,"
He added.

Is he serious?