Locked Away

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Taekwoon's POV

"Everyone wake up! You have 20 minutes to get dressed and out of this house unless you want to hear me and Jaehyun which I suggest you don't want to!" Yuta screams off the top of his lungs as he clashes two pots together whilst pacing in the hallway.

I don't need to open my eyes to know that I am in someone else's bed. I roll onto my back before slowly opening my eyes to view my surroundings.

The curtains are closed, sunlight pours through the cracks. I am in a massive bed beneath the blankets. I am wearing nothing at all, not even a sock.

I look beside me to see Wonshik laying face down in the bed, naked as well. He groans and raises a hand to scratch his nose before placing his head on the pillow once more.

We must have gotten absolutely hammered at the party last night. I can barely remember any of it.

The last thing I remember is going to grab a drink with Wonshik as Hakyeon started to mingle with Yuta and Jaehyun.

I kick off the blankets and the cool breeze causes goosebumps to appear on my arms and legs.

I hurry to get dressed into my clothes which are scattered all over the floor.

I am not pleased when I see my phone laying face down by the door. I pick it up and curse mentally when I see a massive crack on the middle of the screen.

There are no alerts or messages from Hakyeon. Maybe he is still here.

I slip into my shoes and take one final look at Wonshik before exiting the room.

Yuta stands just outside the door and hits the pots together right in front of my face.

I cringe and take a step backwards from him.
"What was that for?" I ask him, still half asleep.

"That was for Hakyeon. You are lucky that I am not beating you with these" he scowls at me and goes to hit me with them but pulls himself back.
I raise my hands to block my face out of habit.

"For Hakyeon?" I question him but he just scoffs at me. "Absolute prick." He sends me one final glare before pushing past me.

What on earth was that about?

I scratch the back of my head and make my way down the long hallway. I go down the stairs and do my best to get to the front door, using my broken memory.

I get out of the house and dial Hakyeon's number. It continues to ring, over and over again until it reaches message bank.

"Hey, Hakyeon ah. It's Taekwoon, I'm about to leave the Jung household. Just making sure Im not leaving you behind. Love you" I stop the voicemail and pocket my phone.

I take a seat on the curb in front of the house. I wait for ten minutes and there is still no response from Hakyeon.

He would kill me if I left him here. I pull out my phone and try him again but it continues to go through to voicemail.

I change the caller ID and call for a taxi. I'm going to have to hope that he is waiting at the apartment for my return.

Maybe we will both be suffering from hangovers.

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I arrive at the door of my apartment and it takes me several moments to get in as I fumble with the keycard.

I get inside and head straight to the coffee pot which to my relief is steaming hot.

I pour a cup and skull it even though it nearly burns my mouth.