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the first thing yuwon registered was the unbearable pounding in her head, like a relentless jackhammer against her skull, each throb louder than the last. she groaned softly, her dry throat catching as she buried her face deeper into the pillow, desperate to block out the blinding sunlight streaming through the hotel curtains. her entire body felt weighed down, heavy and sluggish, like she had been hit by a truck. her limbs protested every small movement, muscles sore, her mouth tasting like something had crawled in and died overnight.
memories of last night? nonexistent.
something felt off, though. her bed, though familiar, was too warm. much warmer than it should be. her brow furrowed, and she shifted slightly, and that's when she felt it—a solid, warm presence beside her. her heart stumbled over itself, panic swelling in her chest.
oh no. no, no, no.
there was definitely someone next to her.
yuwon blinked a few more times, her vision slowly clearing, and her heart seized in her chest. lying sprawled beside her, looking far too comfortable and way too undisturbed, was heeseung. his bare chest rose and fell steadily, a tangled mess of the hotel blanket gathered lazily around his waist. her breath caught in her throat, and her eyes widened in horror.
his lips—swollen, tinted with smudged lipstick—looked like they had been kissed senseless. oh my god. her gaze swept downward, where deep purple marks stood stark against his skin, littering his neck and chest. lipstick stains dotted his throat, his collarbones, trailing further down in a messy path, evidence of someone who had clearly gone all in.
yuwon's pulse skyrocketed. her hands flew to her body, her heart practically leaping out of her chest when she realized she was only in her underwear. her dress? nowhere to be found. panic spread through her like wildfire, and she bolted upright, desperately scanning the room for her clothes.
her gaze landed on her dress, crumpled and discarded in the far corner like a piece of trash. it looked as if it had been tossed there in the heat of passion, and the sight of it sent another wave of mortification crashing through her. she slapped a hand to her forehead, groaning quietly, trying to will away the pounding headache and the sheer humiliation creeping up her spine.
almighty lord, end my misery. she bit down on her fist, her mind racing.
what the hell happened last night?!
with shaky hands, yuwon grabbed the nearest clothes she could find—a pair of sweatpants and an oversized hoodie—and scrambled to put them on, trying to keep her breathing steady, but failing miserably. the room felt too small, the walls closing in around her as her thoughts spiraled.
