After the words 'under your phone' left my little brother's mouth, I was no longer listening, instead scrambling out of my bed to retrieve this note and read whatever Soobin had left for me.
I don't even know why I was so eager to read his note. Frankly, I have no idea why I feel such a connection to a male I barely remember.
But for some reason, there I was, desperately searching my room for my stupid phone and that note as my head pounded from the sudden movement, experiencing the worst hangover in all of history.
We didn't do anything, did we?
Holy shit, what if we did and I just don't remember-
Yeonjun : : "Where the fuck is my stupid phone?"
Just about ready to crack my head open on the wall out of frustration, my head already feeling like it was exploding from the mad headache, my eyes finally caught on the wood vanity, my phone resting face-down on top. And, like Hueningkai had said, the corner of a small, folded paper sticking out from underneath.
I just about dived for the paper, like it would disappear if I didn't grab it then and there. And of course, I banged my head on the vanity in the process. Just my damn luck.
Yeonjun : : "Ah, shit!"
A string of profanities left my mouth as I clutched my head with my hands, a dull ringing sounding in the space between my ears. Laying my back against the vanity, I noticed the black spots dotting my vision, a mere reminder of my own stupidity.
Yeonjun : : "This stupid note better be worth it..."
With a grumble and a even more massive headache, I reached my hand up for my phone, swiping along the surface of the dresser until I came across it. But the phone was just a mere indicator as to where the note was-I immediately threw it to the side, abandoning it for the most important of matters.
Only for the reason that reading the note might help me to visualize him better. No other reason for needing that note so badly, nothing else.
That's the only reason.
Grabbing the folded piece of paper that intrigued me way more than it should off of the vanity, I rubbed my sleep-crusted eyes with my fists to clear my vision a little bit before hurriedly unfolding the note, which was previously folded with the utmost care. Crisp corners, clean edges, and perfect folds in the paper.
It screamed businessman, always in order and completely neat.
Tossing that thought to the side as quickly as I threw my phone away, I strained my aching eyes to read the carefully scrawled writing that Soobin had printed on the paper. Thankfully, his writing was neat and fairly big, so I didn't have much of a problem there.
Let's just ignore the fact that reading only made my hangover-induced migraine throbbed even harder the more I read.
'Dear Yeonjun,
If you're reading this, I assume you woke up, Yes? And I assume that I also left a while ago. There's a possibility that you don't remember anything that happened yesterday which, if that's the case, I was going to explain anyway. Yesterday we went to a bar to clear your mind, and you literally drank until you passed out. So I took you to your little brother's apartment, who so kindly gave me the address on your phone after I answered his calls when it continued to ring.And don't worry Feisty, I didn't go snooping. Your phone was left unlocked on the counter, and based on the contact name "Lil Bro" and what you had told me previously, I was fairly certain that answering that call was the only way to get you home. Before you assume anything, no, we didn't do anything yesterday but drink. And of course, you drank your brains out, and I know that you'll be suffering from a massive hangover now, hm? But at least you got to forget a little bit with me, right?And while you seemed so determined to kick me into the path of a moving train when we first met, I've taken a liking to you, Feisty. If you ever need to escape reality with me a bit, let's go for one more drink?
Yours affectionate,
Soobin'
I read it once.
And then I read it again.
And then I read it two more times, already having memorized practically the entire letter but still feeling the overwhelming need to read it again, and find out more about this male I had drunken myself ragged with.
Yeonjun : : "Soobin...?"
Reading the letter for the fifth time and finding myself able to hear his voice, like he was speaking from right beside me in Hueningkai's guest room with his arm around my shoulders and a smile that does things to me I can't explain on his lips, I didn't even notice my little brother was entering the room again, a glass of water and a painkiller in hand.
Hueningkai : : "Nope, only Huening! And I'm ten times better than blue haired man, thank you."
Not even tearing my eyes away from the letter as I read thoroughly through every single carefully scrawled line, feeling so intensely intrigued by a male I barely remember, I shot back a retort at my brother.
Yeonjun : : "I bet if I had gotten drunk in front of you, you would've left me there. So no thanks, I'll choose Soobin over you any day."
A gasp of dramatic pain left Huening's mouth, but I was no longer paying attention. My eyes had caught on something at the bottom that I had missed the first five times, something that made my own mouth drop open in shock.
Because it was ten numbers, the first three in parenthesis, and the last seven connected by a dash in the middle.
Soobin's phone number.
Hueningkai : : "Okay then, I'm just gonna leave with your water and your pills."
I nodded without emotion, my eyes still locked on the ten digits at the bottom of the paper.
Yeonjun : : "Okay."
Huening left the room with a last sigh, mumbling something under his breath that I couldn't make out.
But honestly, at this point I wasn't even listening anymore.
Because for some reason, this note and the male who was behind it interested me in a way I can't explain, and the ten digits on the bottom of the paper were basically itching to be called.
An escape from reality, like he had said, had ended up getting me so drunk I was now suffering from the hangover the century.
But as he had promised, I was able to forget about my shitty life for a bit. In an unhealthy, unconventional way, but nonetheless in a way that oddly made me feel better.
And even thinking about what happened before I had gotten drunk-losing my apartment and my job, failing out of a class, and most pressing of all being getting cheated on by my boyfriend of two years-I didn't feel like crying anymore. Even thinking about my failed relationship, I couldn't find it in me to cry over how miserably it had all turned out. And honestly?
I didn't even feel upset anymore.
But there was one other thing that made me feel like I may still be drunk, or slightly loopy from the effects of drinking so much.
Because right now, I didn't feel such a strong hate for the nickname he had repeatedly called
me
Feisty
I actually kind of liked it........
