"𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮...𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐣𝐮."
yejun and han were inseparable roommates until hwang hyunjin decided to transfer and "ruin everything." yejun's friend somi invites her to an escapade to jeju island for spring brea...
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The morning light leaked through the linen curtains, which caused me to wake from my slumber.
My eye lids seemed to open half way and then drop lazily, but I was able to force them open.
Every morning, I wake up feeling completely disoriented, but I'm sure everyone feels that way.
I snuggled myself back into the comfortable white sheets, hiding myself away from the sunlight by pulling the comforter over my head.
Wait a second. Why am I not on the couch?
I pulled the blanket off of me and my brows crossed. It felt like it was 2034 and I just woke up from a coma after a semi-truck ran over me.
"What the fuck." I muttered to myself, sitting up.
But once I lifted my head off the pillow, the horrible head splitting migraine hit me.
I hissed in pain, massaging my temple as my eyes squeezed shut from the pain.
"Morning, princess." Hyunjin emerged from the bathroom, stifling a laugh.
"What the hell is happening?" I looked around, slowly rotating my head. How I imagined it was that there was a liquid contained inside my head and I had to be careful not to spill it or it would hurt.
"We fucked each other." Hyunjin deadpanned and my eyes widened in utter shock.
"WHAT?!" I gasped, ripping the blanket off my body, exposing my legs to the cold air. I got off the bed a little too quickly though, and stumbled as soon as I placed my foot on the ground.
"Calm down, I was just joking." he chuckled.
"That wasn't funn-SHIIIIT." I swore at the top of my lungs, my knuckles turning white as I gripped my head in pain.
"Hey, take it easy." Hyunjin rushed over to me and gently held my arm to keep my balance. "Don't fall."
"I'm fine, let go of me." I carefully removed my arm from his touch and treaded to the couch.
I feel like a handicapped person learning how to walk again.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, the concern evident in his tone. I fell onto the couch and hugged a pillow close to my stomach.
"Yeah. I just have a killer headache." I whined, falling to my side and sealing my eyes shut.
"I'm gonna get you some hangover medicine. I'll be back." I heard his feet against the wooden floor as he made his way to the door.
"Wait, how do you not have a hangover? Don't you have low alcohol tolerance?" I opened my eyes, sitting up to look at him.
"Hm..." he slipped his shoes on. "I don't get hangovers that often, even though I can't drink much. It's ironic, but true."
