𝐸𝑛𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡.. 𝐻𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛 𝑥 𝑀𝑖𝑛ℎ𝑜

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I squinted my eyes open as the bright morning sun streamed through the window, casting golden rays across the room. As the warmth enveloped me, my vision gradually cleared, revealing a slightly disheveled landscape. My head throbbed painfully, a dull ache that seemed to pulse in rhythm with my heartbeat.

A wave of disorientation washed over me, pulling me back into reality as I slowly pushed myself into a sitting position. My gaze drifted downward, taking in the chaotic scene of clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor, remnants of a night filled with careless abandon. The rumpled fabric whispered tales of fleeting moments and lost inhibitions.

As my hand searched the bed, I yearned for something warm to wrap myself in, even with the clothes scattered on the floor. My fingers brushed against a soft fabric, and I gently moved the blankets aside. That's when I saw a robe, neatly folded and resting right beside me. My heart stirred as I noticed the two initials elegantly printed in cursive, a personal touch that felt comforting and familiar. ℒ．𝓂

I looked around the room once more before slowly standing to my feet. I took the robe and covered my exposed body, throwing my messy hair out of my face. I stepped inside the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. My neck was covered with red and purple marks, and there were a few bite marks, too. I ran my hand across my neck, picking at the marks that were going to take weeks to come down.

I cast a glance at my disheveled hair, strands sticking out haphazardly as I absentmindedly ran my fingers through it, the echoes of last night still clinging to my mind like a stubborn fog. Emerging from the bathroom, I stepped into the dimly lit hallway, where the sight of scattered red plastic cups and empty liquor bottles greeted me—a vivid reminder of the revelry that had unfolded.

As I made my way down the corridor, the chaotic remnants of the living room came into full view: chip bags lay crumpled on the floor, and cups littered every surface, creating a disordered tableau that resembled the aftermath of a tornado rather than the aftermath of a wild party.

A few people lay sprawled across the floor, their bodies sprawled in various positions, evidence of the fun-filled night that had eventually worn them out. I stood quietly, taking in the scene, when suddenly, the clatter of dishes and low murmur of conversation pulled my attention toward the kitchen.

As I approached the entrance, I caught sight of Chan and Seungmin diligently bagging up the overflowing trash, their expressions hinting at a mixture of amusement and mild frustration. The kitchen was a whirlwind of scattered cups and empty snack wrappers, remnants of the lively gathering that had just taken place.

"We seriously can't keep letting him get away with this stuff," Seungmin said his voice mixed with irritation and annoyance as he picked up the chip bags and red cups from the floor. Chan let out a breath picking up the trash from the tables. "Yeah, he could have at least helped us clean up before leaving."

My demeanor shifted subtly as the weight of the news settled in. "He left...?" I murmured, the words barely escaping my lips. Instantly, I caught the attention of the two males nearby. Their expressions morphed in response; Seungmin's brows furrowed in concern, worry etching lines across his face, while Chan's gaze seemed to search for the right words, his lips slightly parted as if battling an internal struggle. The atmosphere thickened with unspoken emotions, and I could feel the tension hanging in the air.

The heavy silence hung in the air, wrapping around me like a suffocating blanket, leaving me feeling utterly devastated. Why did he leave? Where could he possibly have gone? My mind raced, a whirlwind of questions spiraling out of control, each one more frantic than the last. One part of me craved answers, a desperate need for clarity, while the other part longed to escape, to break free from the suffocating weight of uncertainty and take action.