MS. INTERPRETER

T H I R T Y - T W O

YE JUN'S POV-

It was almost afternoon when I woke up from what felt like a dream. The bright and intense sun-rays shot on my eyes like a shotgun. I looked at the clock, it was past twelve noon.

The door slowly opened revealing a human figure. I rubbed my eyes a few times but wasn't able to see anything clearly; the alcohol was still swimming in my veins.

"You're up. Come out, hyung has made some hangover soup for you." The person said in a dry tone and left immediately; it didn't even take me seconds to guess it was Ji hun.

'But what even happened last night?' I scratched the back of my neck and wondered.

Okay, so I drank three; no, no. Six? Yea, six glasses of Soju and then three cans of beer and....Oh yes! I looked at Sara.

I did.

And...and..um. I said, "Sara, I w-wanna say so-something-"

Then she said, "Ye jun, you're completely wasted."

God, I was so near to tell her...But then-

...

I looked around the practice studio as I arrived a little later. Everyone was practicing the choreography and Sara was also working on her laptop, so I decided not to disturb her.

I really missed the opportunity yesterday. I guess I was pretty wasted to be in any of my senses. I just completely lost it before I could even tell her about it. And here I thought that I could do no shit like that being sober. What a delusion.

"You good, Ye jun?" Sara walked over to me, to which I hummed, not being able to fully recover from last night.

She nodded and got back to work immediately, the busy lady she was now. The alcohol didn't leave its effect on my head even after the hangover soup, so I asked Seong bin hyung for a short break.

I sat on a chair; gulped some water down my throat. While making some other plans to confess to Sara, my mind suddenly drifted off to a certain part...from last night.

"Nobody knows."

"We can't."

Again, what was it?

"But, why?"

"What if they-"

"Come with me."

I was lying on the couch in a half-dead state after emptying the last can of my beer. I tried hard to keep my eyes open. I was pretty high, not knowing anything but, I knew for sure that it was Sara's voice. Lord, how could I ever not recognize her sweet and calming voice? Then, it was the world-wide-interrupter. I heard Ji hun too. I guessed they were talking to each other.

I could hear them talking about doing something but didn't really remember what it was. Ji hun kept insisting and Sara kept constantly denying, the whole time.

The intoxicating liquid made its way to my brain and it felt like my brain stopped sending neurons to my ears until I heard the voices fade in the background. I could feel my body getting tired, my eyelids heavier than my gymnasium warm-up weight.

Slowly, I could feel myself drifting into slumber; sweet slumber. After that, I couldn't remember a thing.

I was thrown back from my thoughts when Han seok patted my shoulder to check if I wasn't hallucinating. "You okay, hyung?" He passed me a bottle of Lemon Iced Tea.

"Perfect for a hangover, thanks." I smiled as he walked back to his new friends from the girl group, not to mention he was quite popular among them.

I scanned the room; everybody was busy with their own thing. Besides, I couldn't even find Ji hun in there. I just hoped he was nowhere near for some more time.