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The first thing I did when I woke up is swear I'd never drink so much again. Never. I made a mental oath to refuse to drink more than 5 shots.

The headache, stomachache and everythingache, was unbelievable. It was the worst state I've been in since I got disowned by my family and left the house.

Horrible, I didn't even get time to adjust my eyes, I just stumbled and ran - straight to the bathroom, throwing up in the toilet.

It was a horrible feeling, but after it was done, I felt at least, slightly better. I stood up, washing my face with cold water, and then afterwards, heading straight to the medicine cabinet to grab painkillers for this headache.

I refuse to touch another drop of alcohol again, just the word itself made me gag and almost throw up.

Nonetheless, I head back to my bedroom, turning my blinds slightly downwards to minimise the amount of light coming through. 

I jumped onto my soft mattress, wondering how I even made it home with this badly of a hangover. I tried to recall anything from yesterday, but it was all blank, absolutely nothing.

Matter of fact, thinking of last night just made my head hurt even more. I groaned, actually perplexed to who even brought me home and changed me.

I grabbed my phone, ignoring all the notifications and heading to my recently called. It all made more sense now, I had clearly called my brother to take me home.

Or I'm pretty sure I did?

I was still a little unsure about that theory, I didn't think it was my brother who took me home, but he was the only person I called at four in the morning last night, so I suppose it made a little sense.

Though, it could've been one of the girls too? Or I could've just took myself home and changed myself. I still have a small amount of common sense while drunk to at least do that. I think.

I finally tackled my notifications, there were a few from the groupchat, photos, texts, all of the above.

m1yeon: IS ANYONE ELSE DYING OF A HANGOVER RN

haaheejin: i dont even wanna talk about it rn....

ah_joyeon: WHY IS THERE AN OPEN CONDOM PACKET IN MY BAG

ah_joyeon: [sent an attachment]

I laughed at the picture, it was just a random condom, not used, just in her bag for some reason.

yuriri: im putting myself on a drinking ban

And they all completely agreed with me.

I checked my other notifications, and there was a singular one that almost sent me flying out of my penthouse window.

A transfer of $1,000,000. One million dollars.

I checked my actual account, and the money was straight there, it was real. It wasn't a scam, the money was legit.

Did I win the fucking lottery or what? A smile reached straight onto my face, just staring at the digits in my account. What the fuck happened last night? Did I get drunken luck or something and win a lottery card?

My balance seemed to cure any sort of symptom of a hangover, I jumped straight on my bed and stared at my phone in disbelief. This could not be real right now.

I ran to the kitchen, excited and giddy as fuck. I couldn't believe the number right now, I should just quit my job at this point, and you know what, I did exactly that.

I didn't even need to work for another good few years. This amount was substantial enough for me to live up to my retirement age.

My afternoon was off to a great start, I ordered food, ate it in peace and happiness. I wouldn't even need to go into work the next day, that's just how good my life was at the moment.

I didn't tell anyone, why the fuck would I tell anyone? I'll keep this a secret just like I keep my mafia past a secret, it's nobody's business at all.

I finished my food, placing it on the table and staring out into the windows. It was even a beautiful day outside, ugh, why was my life too good at the moment.

I didn't bother changing, it's not like I had anywhere to go, unless it was the store, which I'd go later.

I stood up, stretching my arms and placing the food dishes in the dishwasher, satisfied with every bit of my life.

Suddenly, my thoughts were cut off by an assertive knock on the door. I wondered who it was, and who the fuck has such a strong fist to knock like that.

I shrugged, heading to the door and checking who it was through the peephole. Unfortunately, I had no idea who it was, some two older guys in suits.

I opened the door, looking at them in confusion.

"Park Yuri?" One of them asked, cold expressions written on their faces. I nodded, perplexed, and I suppose it was a big mistake opening the door for them.

As soon as I confirmed my name, they grabbed me forcefully, placing a towel over my face. The scent I was inhaling causing me to lose consciousness in my body, defeatedly falling to the floor as my vision diminished into void.