𝔻𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕔𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕪 𝔸𝕌
Life is strict and organized for Han Yunji. She's an example, an idol, someone of high value in her line of study. The only disruption? Park Jisung. But of course, that wasn't much of a bother, as she continued on with...
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A warm sensation tingled on the skin of Yunji's face. As warm as a fireplace against her face on a cold winter night. Her body shifted, a dissatisfied murmur escaping her lips as she turned to a position where the heat no longer bothered her. But this not-so-unpleasant moment was hastily ruined by a dreadful, punching headache, striking her on her forehead, right above the left eye. Yunji couldn't help but groan, the excruciatingly unpleasant development causing her eyes to flutter open in confusion. Her vision was blurry, so much so that it took a couple of blinks to see anything vividly. And what greeted her was less than ideal. It was a large black wardrobe.
Feeling weak and disoriented, Yunji pushed herself up using her arms, the bedsheet falling off her chest and dropping into her lap. Her eyes wandered, from the aforementioned wardrobe to the desk and rolling chair, then to the window where the rays of the blaring sun met her. Granted, it was a nice room. But not one that Yunji at all recognized.
That realization caused a pang of fear to hit her in her stomach, and the girl forced herself to regain awareness. Her breaths turned heavier as she once again surveyed the room, her eyes finally landing on the other side of the large double bed, where she discovered another figure lying under the sheets.
No.
She thought, the fear now turning into a panic as she surveyed the sleeping individual, whose face was hidden away as they faced the opposite side. The messy sheets revealed that they were wearing an oversized grey t-shirt, one that Yunji did not recognize.
Her vigorously trembling hand rose to slowly peel the bedsheet off the individual. Her actions were slow and careful, not wishing to wake this person at any cost. Slowly, their dark, shoulder-length hair was revealed, and Yunji sighed in relief as she quickly recognized Sumi's figure. Her hand dropped the bed sheet back onto the sleeping girl, still remaining careful in her actions but definitely not as hesitant.
But the dilemma wasn't over, as Yunji still did not recognize the room they had found themselves in. She closed her eyes, recalling the memories of the previous night.
The people. The club. The friends. The alcohol.
From that point, things were very hazy in her mind. However, despite the excruciating headache, Yunji forced herself to look deeper.
The dancefloor. Her dancing. The stranger.
No-
"Park Jisung." She whispered, the name alone plunging a plethora of memories straight back into her conscience.
She danced with him. And quite inappropriately so. Then he took her outside and they argued, and then he hugged her, and then-
Yunji muffled her screech of terror using a nearby pillow, filled with absolute dread and disbelief at what she had done. Her pride had a habit of getting the better of her, and she never backed down from any challenge thrown her way. However, this time this quality of hers seemed more like a deficit.
