The Roommate Agreement

Chapter 3

The light piercing through the windows wakes you up, eyes stinging even though you've barely opened them. But that's nothing compared to the headache that makes you feel like you've got a tight headband pulling around your head, making you want to hide under the covers and fall back asleep.

Though the second you pull the duvet up to your face to cover it, the unfamiliar scent of the detergent used on the duvet confuses you. This wasn't what you had washed your bedding in, but because of your headache, you chose to take no notice until you force yourself to sit up, and go to reach for the water bottle that's always on your bedside table, hand swiping in mid air at nothing before almost accidentally pushing something over on the table.

Trying to keep your eyes open to look for it, they open wide at the change of scenery. Slowly, you scan the room. It wasn't your room at all. If you had the energy you'd panic over where you ended up but all you did was sit there looking around the four walls that weren't yours. Your eyes land on a hoodie that was draped over a chair, a small framed photo of a boy and a girl and a drone sat on the desk. Then it hit you, you were in Yeosang's room and in his bed.

You give yourself a quick pat down, sighing in relief when you feel last nights clothes still on you. So you didn't sleep with him but what string of events led you to sleeping in his bed? You just hoped you didn't make a fool of yourself.

It took all your strength to get out of bed, your legs feeling stiff as you put your weight onto them. You stumble out of the bedroom, the light from the windows and celling lights stinging your eyes to no end making you squint as you walked through the apartment. You make your way into the kitchen, being met with a smiling Yeosang.

"You're finally awake, how are you feeling?"

"I feel like I have a brass band playing in my head." You groan leaning against the counter. "How much did I drink last night?"

"You only had a few glasses...but then again you were drinking Wooyoung's cocktail the whole time so I'll say quite a lot." He replies sympathetically rubbing your back not really knowing what to do to help.

"Stay here a second." He says, before you could answer him he'd run off to his room, coming back a few minutes later.

"You probably want a shower, I've left some clean clothes on the bed for you." Dragging your self back up fully you gently pat his arm as a thank you and go off to the bedroom to collect the clothes.

Setting the clothes next to the sink you turned on the shower and removed last nights clothes, thankful to be away from the smell of alcohol that clung to them. It was the best shower you'd ever taken, something about hangover showers just hit different with you, the way the warm water ran over your skin and easing your aching muscles from all the dancing, the steam clearing your head slightly and the overall feeling of finally being clean was just so relaxing and very much needed. You could have stayed there all day if you could, but you knew you had to get out at some point. The towel you wrapped around you was just as warm as the shower making you hum contently, enjoying the brief moment of warmth before getting dressed.

"I made coffee." Yeosang announces when he sees you coming into the kitchen, giggling a little from how his clothes looked a bit big on you and seemed to almost hang off you.

"Thank you." You say a touch brighter than earlier.

"Oh and these too." He says sliding two painkillers over to you. "You seem more awake now, the shower help?"

"So much, I didn't want to get out." You laugh before swallowing both pills with a mouthful of coffee, sighing with a smile at the slightly bitter taste.

"Yeo what happened last night?"

"You really don't remember?" The lack of surprise on his face told you he expected this much. You shook your head in response.