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06 Uninvited & Unforgiven [E]

Warning: loads of dialogues, will try to minimise them later.

Next morning

I woke up feeling suspiciously fine — which was impressive given the circus of a night before. Mona, on the other hand, was sprawled out beside me, snoring like a broken foghorn, drool decorating her cheek like a badge of honor. Her soaked T-shirt told its own story of excess, but I didn't have the heart (or the headache stamina) to wake her just yet. The migraine from yesterday was still threatening to come back for an encore if I moved too fast.

Then came the unexpected: a voice — deep, smooth, and entirely too close for comfort. Owen. Handsome Owen, looking way too casually good in a half-sleeve undershirt, his hair slicked back with enough gel to survive a hurricane. A dark brown shirt hung from one shoulder like it was just a minor accessory, not his actual outfit. He stepped into the room like it was his personal kingdom and asked how I was feeling, like I was some delicate little plant he needed to water.

I blinked, stunned. "Did you sleep here?" The question burst out before I could stop it, half because it was weird to have a guy—especially one that hot—popping into my space so casually, half because I was still trying to process the fact that he actually stayed.

"Yeah," he shrugged, shooting a disgusted look at Mona who was now a snoring mess on my bed. "Couldn't leave you two alone. You were fine, but this one was totally wasted." His disdain for Mona was practically radiating off him. Honestly, same.

I pulled myself up, squinting at him. "She drank too much yesterday," I said dryly, because someone had to take responsibility for the walking disaster next to me.

Without missing a beat, Owen dropped the good news that he'd made breakfast and some side dishes, sparing us from the ordeal of cooking. Then he was already heading out, mentioning piles of work like a responsible adult, but not before confessing that he'd cleaned the guest room because it was "kind of dirty." I nearly snorted. That's Emily's room, and she's going to flip her lid when she sees it spotless.

He gave a small, awkward smile—probably aware he'd overstepped—and apologized for the cleanup. It wasn't his fault the place looked like a tornado hit it; my roommate's wardrobe looked like a crime scene.

Then he was gone, disappearing toward the elevator, throwing a "Call me if you need anything" over his shoulder.

Once the door clicked shut, I bolted to Mona's side, trying to rouse the human sloth. But after last night's wine marathon, she might as well have been comatose. I gritted my teeth and finally gave up. "Cow," I muttered under my breath.

Just then, my phone blared from somewhere deep inside the chaos of my purse — the one I brought to the party, still smelling faintly of last night's disaster.

I dug it out, seeing Namjoon's name flash on the screen. Relief—finally, a check-in call, right? Wrong.

"Hey Nina," his voice came through, calm but with an edge I couldn't quite place. "Please open the door."

Wait, what? My brain stalled. Open the door? Why?

She hadn't even digested Owen's random house-cleaning act when her phone rang again. This time, Elijah's scream came through so loud it nearly shattered her eardrum.

"We're standing outside, sweetieeeee!"

Nina yanked the phone away and muttered something unholy under her breath. Who the hell screams that early on a Sunday?

Jogging to the living room, she unlocked the door with the cautious energy of someone expecting chaos — and got it.

"Hey, princess...!!" Namjoon bellowed, striding in like he owned the lease.