CHAPTER 12 - KING ARTHUR

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"Aish

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"Aish...", was Beomgyu's first word after he awoke from a very fitful sleep. He was plagued by a terrible headache, not only from the excessive mixture of alcohol from the party, but also from the uncomfortable sofa bed. His neck ached and felt stiff, and when the black-haired man straightened up slightly to rest his hand on it, he felt like he was about to throw up.

He just barely managed to control himself and leaned back once more.

On the second try, Beomgyu had finally managed to sit up. The blanket he had gotten from Yeonjun had slipped to the floor during his fitful sleep and lay crumpled at his feet.

Yeonjun ...

As soon as the name and the face of the brown-haired man crept into his memory, everything that had happened yesterday came back abruptly.

Including the kiss.

Startled, he pressed his fingers against his lips.

"No, no ...", Beomgyu pressed out and shook his head again and again, as if he could thus convince himself that it had only been a terrible dream. Or his head was playing a terrible trick on him. It had certainly been just a dream. A terrible dream, because he would never think of kissing Yeonjun on his own. "Shit!" he sent after him, cursing, and ran both hands through his raven-black hair. Immediately, he glanced at his wristwatch, knowing that the others and especially Yeonjun would surely still be asleep.

He had to get out of here as soon as possible.

So Beomgyu grabbed his shoes and quietly, and more importantly, barefoot, slipped out of the office into the hallway. His eyes immediately fell on the chaos that had spread. Empty and partially spilled cups, empty beer bottles, used cloths and a few pieces of clothing that Beomgyu wondered why they were even lying around. After quietly making it through the kitchen to the living room, he discovered Taehyun asleep on the sofa.

In the same position he had sat down next to Beomgyu yesterday.

The black-haired man was equally surprised about this, because usually Taehyun was the first to go home. But to find him sleeping here irritated Beomgyu. Now he had to be even quieter so as not to wake Taehyun from his well-deserved sleep, but even as he was taking care not to wake the sleeping man, Beomgyu was paying far too little attention to his surroundings and bumped his knee against a small table that also still had empty beer bottles on it. "Aish!" he hissed as the pain reached his brain, in shock he had dropped his shoes and with the collision the empty bottles clinked.

With a soft gasp, Taehyun was roused from his sleep.

"Can't you sleep in peace here?" the blond murmured sullenly, finally dropping to his side and shoving a pillow under his head.

With his lips pressed together, Beomgyu turned away from Taehyun, who was lying on the couch, and wanted to reach for his shoes. But his eyes fell directly on a pair of gray slippers that definitely hadn't been there before. Inside these comfortable-looking slippers were two long legs, which Beomgyu slowly worked his way up with his gaze until he looked into the not-quite-rested face of Choi Yeonjun.

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