Blood Bonded (CHOSO X FEM READER)

Too Many Questions

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Language

You woke up the next morning, confused and hungover as fuck. You don't remember anything from last night, but the only thing that helps you realize what happened is the fact you can barely walk. You groan, rubbing your head and getting out of his bed, almost falling over. You look around the bedroom in confusion, wondering where the guy you banged last night is. You grab a robe off the back of the bedroom door, wrap it over your nude body and head out of the bedroom, the guy no where in sight. You realize you never got his name, and he never got yours either. You shrug it off and grab your dress off the living room floor, frowning; it's torn in two. You groan once again and head back into the bedroom. "He won't mind if I wear some of his clothes right? I mean it's his fault for tearing mine." You mutter to yourself, looking through his closet. You grab one of his t-shirts and put it on. You look in the mirror and put your arms up at your sides, your eyes widening. His shirt is so big to the point you could wear it as a dress. You take the opportunity and shrug it off once again, grabbing the rest of your stuff from last night and heading out of his house, calling an Uber to take you back to your apartment. Your mind races with questions about your one night stand. 'Who was he? Why did he leave? Why the hell are his clothes so big?' Your mind could go on forever, spewing questions about him. You shake your head, looking out the window of the Uber silently, trying to clear your head. Once you get back to your apartment, you enter, dropping your torn dress on the floor and flopping down on the sofa, falling asleep, hoping to sleep off your hangover.