SOUR

'I just want myself back.'

milli.

When I wake up I'm cold. I slowly open my eyes and there is a patch of sunlight seeping through the otherwise closed curtains. I move my arm to stretch and I accidentally punch the thing next to me.

"ow... fuck," Sunwoo groans.

Now I'm fully awake. It takes a second for me to remember what room this is. And what happened last night. And how Mj and I really broke up. No, we didn't just break up, he cheated on me. They both did.

It takes me this long to also realize that Sunwoo and I slept in the same bed, though he took the blanket which is why I woke up shivering.

"Goddammit my fucking head," He covers his eyes with both hands. "Close the curtains."

"They are closed," I say.

My voice sounds depressed, so he sits up. We're both still in our formal clothes from last night, and if anything we look like we partied harder than anyone at our school.

"Wait a second," Sunwoo says, and he stares at me with wonder, scanning my whole body. "We didn't.... do anything together right?"

"NO!" I shout, throwing a pillow gently at him.

"Okay, jeez I was just making sure because the last thing I remember, Mj was f-- oh." He stops himself. "Right. That really happened."

"I can't believe it," I say. My stomach lurches when I realize it's true. Drinking it away sort of helped. "I can't believe she would do that."

"Are you gonna cry again?" He asks bluntly.

"No!" I say, though I would if he hadn't said that. "I'm just... don't you understand how I'm feeling?"

"...no." He says. "I never had a relationship to get cheated on so, no."

"Oh." I say. Sometimes I forget that he and Sola never dated. He talks about her as if they did.

"Do you want to drink?" Sunwoo asks.

"What? No, we just did last night." I say. He flicks the blanket over to my side and takes off his black suit jacket.

Sunwoo shrugs. "People cope in different ways."

"I should just distract myself."

"Like, you want a cigarette?"

"No!" I say. "I don't smoke."

"Well I didn't know that, I was just offering." He grumbles and sets his pack of cigarettes on his nightstand. "Then what are you going to do?"

I think for a moment, and we both just stare at each other blankly, sitting on his bed as if we're old friends.

"I'll go for a run." I say.

"So you're the productive type of breakup person? Boring."

"Would you rather me cry and you have to comfort me?" I ask.

"No."

We still sit there for a while, neither of us wanting to move. Eventually I spot a smear of my black mascara on his grey bed sheet.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry." I try to rub it off with my sleeve.

"It's fine, just leave it." Sunwoo says. "You're gonna make it worse."

"I'll get it dry cleaned for you," I say.

He doesn't respond for a while. "You know what this reminds me of?" He asks after a second.

"What?"

"That time we met."

"At orientation?"

"No after that, when you face planted into me and got pink all over my shirt."