glass | gyuricky

ten.

Ricky awoke the next morning with the first ring of his alarm, partly out of habit, partly because he was somewhat of a light sleeper anyway. Reaching over to the nightstand to turn off the alarm, he glanced towards the bed. Gyuvin was still asleep. As expected, really, considering how wasted he'd been just hours ago.

He took his time washing up and packing his belongings back into the shoulder bag he'd brought. He only had the heart to wake Gyuvin up when he was almost half past eight; Gyuvin still had to go back to his own room and pack his own things after all, before the bus came for them at noon.

Ricky drew the curtain so the sunlight wouldn't hurt Gyuvin's eyes, before leaning over the bed and shaking him gently by the shoulder. "Gyuvin-ah, wake up."

For someone probably suffering from a massive hangover, Gyuvin was surprisingly responsive to being woken. He blinked slowly, as if he was trying to get his bearings, before sitting up in bed. "Wh- why am I here?" he asked, his voice raspy from sleep.

Ricky laughed softly. "You really don't remember what happened last night, do you?"

"Last night?" Gyuvin straightened up where he was sitting, suddenly looking much more awake than he'd been a minute ago. "Oh my god. What did I do?"

"I guess you'll never know," Ricky grinned, winking at him playfully. "Your hair's all messy. Go get washed up and pack your stuff, we're checking out of the hotel after breakfast."

Gyuvin was welcomed back to his own room by a very apologetic Gunwook. "I'm sorry, I just passed out," he wailed despairingly. "Are you okay? Jiwon messaged me that she brought you to Ricky's room, but I didn't see it till I woke up this morning."

Gyuvin stood in the doorway of their room, dressed only in the bathrobe Ricky had given him last night, still trying to get himself adequately awake so coherent thoughts could form. "I have no idea what just happened."

They gathered back in the lobby of their floor as it was nearing nine, half of them with sunglasses on, claiming the sun was hurting their eyes. Gunwook took some pleasure in jumpscaring his classmates with the flashlight of his phone, but Gyuvin, who hadn't had the foresight to bring a pair of sunglasses with him, just hunched over in the shadowed corridor, pressing his fingers into his temples. His hangover had developed into a wicked headache, as expected.

Ricky walked over. Gyuvin was so busy trying to massage his own head he almost didn't see him.

"Here," he said, offering something in his hand. "Painkillers."

"Thanks." Gyuvin sighed, reaching for a bottle of water to wash the pills down.

"Are you okay?"

Gyuvin shot him a look. "Define 'okay'," he answered dryly. "Did I fall asleep in your room last night?"

"Yeah."

"Did I say anything crazy before I fell asleep?"

"Define 'crazy'," Ricky said, smiling.

"Just forget it..." Gyuvin buried his face into his hands, refusing to look back up.

He felt something brush through his hair for just a brief moment, like the light touch of a hand over the top of his head, tentative enough he wondered if it really happened. By the time he looked up, squinting so his eyes could focus in the stark mid-morning light, all he could see was Ricky's figure, receding down the corridor away from him.