Cold.
His left leg was really cold. Seungmin grumbled and thrashed weakly in his bed, trying to get the covers to shift back over his exposed leg. It just slipped off more, making him sit up in frustration, still barely awake, and tug on it.
Oh—
He stopped abruptly, throwing a hand over his mouth, and jumped out of bed running to the bathroom.
He gripped the toilet seat with both hands and heaved pathetically. The burn of stomach acid in his throat brought back the events of last night. Seungmin slumped to the floor and propped his head on his arm, on the toilet seat.
Fuck this sucks so bad. I have classes today.
Unfortunately, even though he got wasted enough to make terrible decisions, he wasn't wasted enough to forget about those terrible decisions. He sighed, head spinning with the dull ache of his hangover.
He even remembered wishing that he wouldn't remember last night.
Life is a cruel joke.
A humorless chuckle rasped out of him and he braced himself, pushing off the floor and going to wash his mouth out and brush his teeth.
He stared off into space while doing his morning routine, knowing he had to be around people today whether he like it or not. And if he looked like shit, people would ask why.
Its better this way.
Without... Distractions I can go back to how I always am.
He put some concealer under his eyes and some lip tint to cover his dead looking face.
He went to the kitchen but only drank water and ate a handful of cereal so he could take pain killers. Seungmin didn't think he could stomach food right now. He had slept in and now it was 11:26, he had classes at 12:00. Communication, and then Economics after that. He usually went to the library with Jisung to study after.
God help me.
I can say that right?
Seungmin inwardly cursed himself for willingly deciding to get drunk the night before he had to attend school.
He rubbed his temples and looked for the remote to the heater, at least it would be warm in there by the time he got back. The heating units in his apartment building hadn't been checked in years and they were really old so they took a while to heat the place.
I hope they don't stop working like they did last year.
Seungmin checked the counter, the couch, no, it was probably on the—
He blinked, staring at the side table by the couch. The remote wasn't there, but resting slightly obscured by the lamp, was a familiar phone with a red case.
Hyunjin's phone.
Wait, what?
He reached out, slowly picking it up and turning it over in his hands. He must have missed it sitting there yesterday. Seungmin clicked it on.
Dead.
He scrambled for a charger, not even knowing why he bothered to hurry. Was there a possibility he was wrong about Hyunjin's disappearance?
It won't change anything anyway.
But...
Now he was just confused, squashing down the twinge of hope that teased him.
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Fanfiction"What are you doing," Seungmin demanded breathily. Hyunjin thought that was a very good question. He must have been losing his mind, but he smiled as he pulled a keychain out of Seungmin's pocket and dangled it in front of his face, "What do you...
