That pretty much sums up how I got to where I am now. Or at least I think so- How I wound up in the arms of a shirtless and unconscious Jin? Well I don't even fully know the answer to that one. Oh and even better, most of my clothes are M.I.A.
I slip out of Jin's hold, and sit it up straight. All the while doing my best not to wake said man as I move. A clock resides on a nightstand near the bed.
It's after 5am?! Jin lets out a groan, shifting slightly. Oh. My. God. It's as if the sudden reality that I'm in bed with another man finally hits me. "Oh my god-" I cast my attention to the man beside me, my eyes taking in his form. Oh my god... The tattoos on his forearms lead up to his chest, followed by a few more miscellaneous tattoos, and a detailed cross on his inner neck.
He lay with an arm covering his eyes, palmside up, and his other arm, which had previously been around my figure, was extended away from himself. His wavy hair now free from the confines of his hair tie and messily laying scattered around his head and shoulders. Despite being dead asleep, his hair framed his face perfectly. Oh my god this man is perfection in itself even in his sleep...My eyes trail downwards, now focusing on his abs which lay on display. A comforter lay atop his bottom half covering his...goods?!?! Leaving his very much toned v-line visible.
Though it's still cutting it very close to me seeing his...stuff. That said if I were to get a peek in I wouldn't necessarily be complai- oh my fucking god now is so not the time. I shake my head, blocking out all lewd thoughts. There are bigger topics at hand.
I get out of the bed, scanning the unfamiliar room in search of my belongings. Holy hell this place is nice. This room alone cost more than my left kidney...I look around the room once more.
Bingo. On the ground near the end of the bed lay my clothes in disarray. I immediately slip them on and try to make myself presentable. What the hell happened last night?
I suck in my bottom lip, my teeth biting down gently as a reaction to my distressed state. I cheated on Michael. Or at least I think so. I wouldn't even know. I sigh, rubbing my temple in frustration at the ongoing situation, as I try to recall the events that came prior.
So many questions and worries plagued my mind, making the migraine I received from my hangover all the worse.
I locate what appears to be a house phone and take it into the bathroom. Which by the way, literally looks like it costs more than me, my mom, my dad, my grandma, my grandpa, my uncle, and my uncle's fish's life combined.
I dial the number of my closest friend, Nora Sprite. A 5'4, light skinned woman in which I had known since the 9th grade. She had a head of brown 4A type hair, big brown doe eyes, beautiful freckles that littered the bridge of her nose, and an hourglass shaped body figure.
Followed by a totally wild and energetic personality and a pair of big, black, square shaped, prescription glasses, which she wears constantly. I'd be lying if I said I'd never been a bit envious of her good looks. But at the moment that's irrelevant. Despite her craziness, in all seriousness, she tends to give the best advice. That said, if Nora were to become president for even an hour, we'd all be screwed.
The phone rings a few times before the sound of Nora's sleep deprived voice fills my ears.
"Carmen, why in earth's name did you think it'd be a good idea to call me at 5 in the morning? Your reasoning better be good or ima beat your ass..." Nora grumbles into the phone.
"Hey, Nora girl, it's me and I'm in a bit of a situation..." I say before I go on to explain everything that I can remember from the bar and what's happened with Jin.
Once that's all said and done, she remains silent for a moment, processing my words.
"Is he hot?" she says, her voice filled with a glint of interest. I don't respond. "Omg he's that fine?" I shut my eyes before replying.
"Girl, you don't even know..."
"Rate him on a scale from 1 to 10." Silence ensues again.
"He breaks the scale" I whimpered slightly.
"Oh my gosh..." Nora says equally as dramatic as I.
"Yeah." I say.
"Well...in all seriousness, do you remember anything that happened after you guys played hockey? Try to think really hard."
"My mind is about as clogged as the toilet after my dad eats Tacobell-" I deadpan.
"I see...Carmen, I think I know what has to be done." Nora says, her voice suddenly sounding very serious.
"I'm listening..." I say.
"You need to...get the hell out of there. Leave, right now, unnoticed. What if he's a serial killer?! Besides, don't you have work today?! Wait no, even worse, what if he only spoke to you because he was intoxicated? Or what if you're his rebound because he got dumped by some hot, russian spy, but in reality she wasn't over him, and thinks of this as him cheating, so then she comes and murders you both but before she does that she forces you to undergo multiple forms of cruel torture! "
"This is all highly unlikely, but holy fubberfuck you're right..."
"I know....i'm always right. Now hurry up and go!" At the time I didn't think of the drawbacks to this little plan of ours that we had concocted, nor the insane lack of logic. I thought that I'd never see Jin again, and it would save us both the trouble if I had just dipped right there and then. It's not like we're living in a movie or some cheesy rom-com where the whole thing is like a massive coincidence and then they wind up in the DUMBEST, most INCONVENIENT, and BEYOND AWKWARD situations. Little did I know that this man would come back to bite me right in the ass.
After hearing Nora's "words of wisdom" I went back out into the bedroom, triple checked to see if I had all of my belongings, and booked it like I was being chased.
