Tattooed Boy. || ENG

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"You can be quite nice sometimes" I say out of nowhere.

"I know" Jisung replies and I swear I can hear the smirk on his face in his voice. I turn my head slightly towards him. I was right. He is smiling. Nicely.

Why is that so? Why does everything about him suddenly seem so nice? Where is his rude self?

"Like what you see?" his voice interrupts my staring. I feel my cheeks heat up. Ah there he is. How can he switch from nice to rude within seconds? Wait ... correction. I decided to call it cheeky instead of rude. Don't remember when I did so but anyways. How is it possible? Is he some kind of schizophrenic?

"That's not it" I mumble more to myself than as an answer to his question. Schizophrenia would be an exaggerated conclusion. Mood swings. Yeah. That's it.

"I'd love to figure out what you're thinking right now" Jisung say with a silent laugh. I look up to him, confusion filling me. "You look like you're solving some math question."

"Oh" I say, not really imaginative.

"We've arrived" the taxi driver in the front says.

Before I even can move an inch Jisung hands some notes to the front. "Keep the rest."

He opens the door and I crawl after him out of the car. Somehow within the next few seconds I end up with my face only a few inches above the pavement.

"For fucks sake" I hear Jisung's heavy breath close to my left ear. His arms around my upper body raise me up and I find myself pressed against his chest, sitting on the cold stone. "You're not that drunk, you said? Girl, you can't even walk anymore."

With a quick movement of his I suddenly see the dark night sky, covered in shining stars. Before I even get to see the ceiling of our veranda, I stop fighting my tired eyes.

~

A painful sting wakes me up the next morning. Oh, how I hate hangovers. Having to stand a barely bearable pain while not being able to eat or drink properly because you end up over the toilet otherwise. Awful.

With a deep – very deep – sigh I turn my head in my sheets and cover my eyes with my hand. My. Head. Hurts. And the sun is making it even worse. I wish I could just doze off again but my stomach is holding me back.

Groaning I try to remember what happened last night. Ann and I had quite some fun, talking and laughing, and then this guy ... oh damn. That guy. What happened with the two of them? Did Ann leave with him? Or did she leave with me. I can't recall how I arrived home but this time I surely am in my own room. Thankfully.

I should call Ann. What if something bad happened to her? Quickly I stand up – too quick in fact and I have to close my eyes for a second – and take a look around, trying to find my phone. I make out my little bag on the small table in front of my couch but something seems off.

The couch looks somehow different.

I freeze and rub my eyes. Is this the after effect of the alcohol or is there someone lying on my couch?

Just then the person moves and groans sleepily. Skin covered in black ink appears in my view. I gasp.

No. No, no, no. That can't be possible. I must be dreaming.

Jisung now fully turns around and blinks a few times. A spark of realization is in his eyes. "Good morning" he says.

"W-why ... Why are you here?" I stutter.

He blinks a few more times, then shrugs. "I was drunk and spent all my money to get you here. It wasn't the first time staying a night here anyways."

I ignore the last part of his reply and focus on the more important things. "You brought me here?" In consideration of how we parted last time after that weird dinner, I must've been really drunk otherwise I can't explain why I went with him.

"Mhm" he nods. "I called a taxi."

"Oh."

"You don't remember" he realizes with a laugh slipping out of his mouth. "This is the second time already."

"That I don't remember or that you brought me home? Or ..." Was I again almost raped? No way!

"Both, I guess." He now seems fully awake.

"Did something happen?" I ask anxious, biting my lower lip.

"Define 'something'?"

"Like last time y'know ... a rape attempt or something like that."

He raises an eyebrow. "Well not that in particular but I could've sworn you were drunk enough to flirt around."

"F-flirt? Me?"

"Yes, you."

Holy Lord. He must be kidding me. Wait no. I must be kidding myself. Why did I drink that much? I totally loathe to have lost the ability of remembering especially when it's my own fault. I remember having some drinks but ... shit, what did I do?

Jisung seems to be rather amused. "How about you take a shower first? You look kinda ... demolished."

Demolished? Nice choice of word here, thanks. Annoyingly I have to admit that he himself doesn't look demolished or something of that kind in any way. A bit sleepy, yes, but otherwise he seems to have taken it well. Didn't he drink? But why should he take a taxi with me then? Last time he took his own car as well. One option would be that he was too worried I'd throw up in his baby (men and cars, you understand) and the other one ... that one doesn't even make sense only thinking about it. Like ... why would he be too worried letting me go home alone so that he left his car at the party? He must've had some drinks as well. I mean, he said so and ... everything else is absurd.

However, in the end the result was the same: Something must've tempted him to come here instead of going home. The question now is: what?

"Are you going to shower now or not? I can go first if you-"

"No, no!" I quickly interrupt him, gather my thoughts and make my way to the bathroom after hurriedly picking up some random clothes. Once again that man makes me want to take a cold shower, I think with a deep sigh as I undress.