𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 │ 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗹𝗶𝘅

𝗔𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗹𝗮

𝗶 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

Pressing my hand against my head to try somehow to reduce my headache, it was like my brain was hammering my skull.

My eye's stayed closed as a yawn escaped my lips. My whole body ached. Why does my body hurt?

My hand left my head and fell onto the soft bed. My eyes snapped open and, I sat up a sudden jolt of pain shot through my spine. The sudden motion caused my head to ache more.

Looking around the room, I noticed there were no windows. The only light came from the bedroom light. Not wasting time, I shot up from the bed, my body protesting as it ached.

Finding my phone and clothes was my mission.

Glancing around the room, I found what was felt of my shirt, soon finding the other pieces of it and, the buttons scattered all over the floor. My shorts were just as useless as my shirt.

Heaving a sigh. In the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a shirt hanging on a chair. Quick to grab it, I put it on, not bothered by how it drowned me. I found my shoes next. They sat neatly on the chair the shirt was hanging from and, I left.

Exiting the room, I sped walked down the unfamiliar hallway, which was littered with more doors, like the one I came out of. The air inside the hallway was cold, I felt goosebumps form on my exposed legs.

I wasn't even watching where I was going until I had collided with a body. Falling to the floor only made me gasp as pain shot down my spine, "holy shit Felix!" Minho's panicked voice filled my ears. Looking up to see him squatting in front of me, I felt relief wash over me.

"Where the fuck have you been all morning!" He yelled at me, and I wish I had an answer but, I don't even fucking remember myself. I shouldn't have drunk so much.

"We've been trying to contact you all damn morning, Felix!"

Though I appreciate my brother's concern for me, his yelling wasn't doing my headache any justice. Bringing my finger to my lips, I gently shushed him. Then it hit me, my phone. I left my phone.

"I left my ph-phone in the room." My voice was raspy and, my mouth tasted disgusting almost, like vomit and, it made me nauseous. I can't imagine what Minho was smelling on his end.

Minho helped me up gently and would stop when I hissed from pain, "ok, go get your phone and, I'm going to pull the car upfront ok." I nodded. Minho leaned in and kissed me on my forehead before looking me over once and, then he departed.

I stood in the hallway for a second. catching my breath before turning around and retracing my steps, trying to find the room I had left.

Lucky for me a maid and what looked like to be the owner of the club, we're in the room I had exited. "U-um excuse me?" They both turned around to look at me, "yes?" The owner asked.

"I th-think I left my phone in here." The owner smirked and made a gesture with his hand, "well, good luck finding it in the mess you guys caused."

My bottom lip was caught between my teeth. I stepped into the room, finally really looking at the mess. My torn clothes were scattered on the floor as well my buttons, the bedsheets were thrown about, the metal headboard was a few inches away from the wall and, the wall was dented in some areas.

"Wh-what happened?" I asked, be withered at the sight of the room, hearing a scuff, I snapped my head to the side to see the owner smirking; "you and that young man are what happened."