The Manual 「mingyu」

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5;
Get up first in the morning and clean up mess
Last night, wake you up.

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Groaning heavily, he felt a sharp pain from his head and forced his heavy eyes open. Slowly, his eyes peeled open and blinked, getting used to the brightness when he realised that he was on the floor next to the sofa.

He took a moment too to realise that he had drank a few more bottles of soju and returned to the living room for some reason he did not remember about.

'How did i get to the living room from her room?'

His mind paused for a second before something clicked in his mind.

"Jooyeon-" he was about to stand up in an abrupt, however stopped when he realised the warmth of his right hand.

Tracing onto his right hand, he sighed in relief before slowly and gently kneeled by the couch again.

"How did we end up here, Jooyeon?" he whispered softly, staring at the girl sleeping so comfortably on the couch with her left hand laced onto his. Unconsciously, he felt himself smiling as he watched her sleeping so soundly and before he knew it, his hand was softly caressing her tender milky cheek.

As he heard her starting to groan in her sleep, he quickly retracted his hand, cautious not to wake her up. But then after he did so, his head started to thump and hurt again as he winced silently, waiting for the pain to ease.

Once it did, he sighed before decided to make himself and the girl some hangover soup. He then slowly and carefully slip his hand away from her fingers before heaving a relieved sigh after successfully pulling away without waking her up.

He got up and looked to the table that was full of empty bottles of soju, realising how the bottles were divided into two areas, one side of the table had three bottles while the other side had five bottles. Being the heavier drinker between the two of them, he assumed he was the one who drank the five bottles until he took a closer look at a small glass beside all the five bottles and realised that there was a lipstick mark on the glass.

Turning to her, he stared at her expression that had actually looked uncomfortable, as if wincing in pain. Then he realised, that Jooyeon was the one who drank the five bottles, slowly recalling last night.

Mingyu squatted down beside her before softly patted her head, whispering.

"Pabo, you drank more than you should."

He then sighed before continuing.

"Well, maybe I was to blame too for not restricting you."

Smiling a little when he noticed her eased expression, he stood up again before walking towards the kitchen and immediately checked the fridge.

Taking out specific ingredients, he closed the fridge door by foot before walking towards the counter and grabbed the knife and cutting board.

Finishing to chop the ingredients and prepare the broth, he then mixed the ingredients together into the broth and added some spice before letting it simmer for a while.

Groaning quietly again, he started rubbing his temple in pain while walking towards the living room table to hopefully, clean up quietly.

Being careful with handling each and every empty bottle, he was meticulous enough to not allow a single 'clink' to be heard from the bottle, clashing onto the other ones he held together.

Coming back to the table with a damp cloth, he started wiping the table clean and exhaled out of fatigue from trying too hard not to be loud before crashing onto the empty couch beside the one she was sleeping on.

As he waited for the soup to simmer, he laid down to his side and watched her still deep in her slumber.

'She must be lonely over the past few weeks.' he thought, feeling guilty.

His hand reached out and caressed her hair.

"I'm sorry, Jooyeon." he apologised quietly which unexpectedly woke the heavy sleeper up.

"Mm?" she mumbled in response as he flinched and move away.

"O-Oh, are you waking up?" he then face palmed himself for asking a weird question.

Jooyeon who was rubbin her eyes slightly and squinting then mumbled again.

"Yeah." she then laid back on the couch when a low growl was heard coming from her stomach.

The air around them was silent for a second until she spoke.

"I'm hungry."

Chortling, he ruffled her hair and crouched next to her, replying close to her.

"I figured, dummy. Now you should wash up a little while the soup's cooking." he motioned his head to the direction of the bathroom as she snorted after.

"You don't smell like you did either." she sassed as he then smelled his breath in an abrupt and gave a hearty laugh.

"Correction, we should wash up. You reek of alcohol too." he pinched the bridge of her nose playfully as she winced a little and groaned.

"Lift me up, I'm too tired to even sit." she made an excuse as he pulled her up with a grunt before patting her back.

"Come, come, you'll get to eat right after you wash up."

A smile was immediately plastered on her face as she stood up and walked with him to the bathroom to wash up then eat.