𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ - minhyun x eunwoo ff (completed)

✧*̥˚ 24 | the hangover *̥˚✧

The second I came to, I immediately shoot out of bed to make a run for the bathroom. I needed to puke. I curse at my bad decisions from last night while I'm vomiting the life out of me.

The cold winter breeze that was blowing in from my bathroom window-vent made me shiver and on top of that, my head was throbbing. This was definitely one of the worst hangovers I've ever had. I felt like absolute shit.

After my body finished purging all the alcohol it could from my system, I walk to the kitchen to rehydrate myself. I pour myself a glass of water and chug as much as I can. I know I'd have to eventually eat something so I can have something in my stomach to suck up all the acid and leftover alcohol but I didn't think I'd be able to keep any food down.

Still feeling a bit nauseous, I walk over to my bed to rest some more. I close my eyes and try to remember what happened the night before despite the merciless imaginary person hammering the walls of my brain.

Hold on, how did I even get home? I recollect being helped out of the Pocha and onto the streets, eventually being shoved into a taxi cab; but the images and sounds were all a blur.

Once I was in the cab, I remember the feeling of a hand cradling my head before I knock out. Wait, who was that? I don't think it was Jaebum... and the hand seemed too big to be Mina's. Someone had to be with me, if not, I'd not have been able to even make it into my house.

I give up trying to remember and decide to just call Mina and ask. After all, I wanted to let them know how grateful I was to them for getting me home safely.

When she picks up, I turn on the speakerphone. After thanking both her and Jaebum for being there for me last night, I ask, "Did you both take the cab with me?"

"No, we didn't!"

"Huh? Then who was in the cab with me? And how did I even get into my house? I was completely wasted."

"Uh..." Mina paused, "You really can't remember?"

"Yeah, the last thing I can remember was that I was leaning against the taxi window and then someone moved my head to rest it on their shoulder. Everything after that is all black."

"Ew! Was it the taxi driver?!" I exclaim in realization feeling a bit irked, but I knew the assumption was silly.

"Lol, no!" Mina laughed, "It was Minhyun."

Minhyun?

I stare at the ceiling trying to process what I just heard. Hearing his name made my heart sink like a stone. It was him? I couldn't believe it. So, what I thought I saw last night must have been real. I did see him enter the Pocha, and I did hear his voice. I wasn't hallucinating from the alcohol.

Despite the realization, I was mostly digusted at the fact that that this was the first time he saw me drunk. I was so embarrassed that he had to see me like that; plus take care of me in that state.

"Are you serious?" I ask again in disbelief.

"Yeah," Mina repeated, "Honestly, Jaebum and I called him straight after you drunk-called us. We didn't know what was up yet. We just thought he was the best person to take you home... I mean... Because he took you home from the airport last time too."

"But by the time we realized that you were geting yourself drunk BECAUSE of something that happened between you and him, it was already too late. He was almost there," Mina finished explaining.

"Ah..." I bit my fingernails as I listened. I still couldn't believe he was the one who took me home, but I was so thankful too. I bet it wasn't easy carrying my heavy, lifeless body all the way to my house.

Why would he help me after the pain I put him through? Why did he even come? He didn't have to. I didn't deserve it.

"Fuck, I can't believe he saw me like that...." I finally say and cover my eyes with my both hands in shame, and Mina laughs.

"Well, seems like he still cares a lot about you."

"I don't know...."

I eventually end the call with Mina. I was still feeling sad but somehow a little bit more hopeful at the possibility that I could try to earn back Minhyun's trust and mend our relationship.

I continue to lay with my eyes closed, my heart aching for him. I wanted him back more than anything. But how?