First part of the Beverage-Series
Seoul, South Korea. Inbetween of skyscrapers and millions of people, there are two people who somehow seem to always hit the Rock Bottom of life. Mentally, financially, always down to do whatever it takes to some...
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I felt pain when I woke up.
A huge, massive pain that was lingering from my lower rib section.
Adding to it, I couldn't even really open my eyes. My whole face hurt, so I decided to shut down and try to remember what happened last night again.
But there was nothing.
A whole lot of nothing, except for some blurry faces that I could barely recognize.
The more I tried to remember, the more I started feeling sick, so I gave it up.
Again.
I opened my eyes halfways, let them wander around the room I was in and realized, it was my own shabby one-room apartment.
And I had absolutely no idea how I got there. My memories were gone after the point where I ordered my twelfth shot of Wodka at my favorite bar and I decided to just accept it.
It wasn't really something that was new to me. The only thing new was the pain. It was unbearable but I knew, I had to get up somehow. The money I'd earn from getting up and going to work was more important than some crappy pain, which I probably got from my own dumb behavior.
Under suppressed moans I straightened up a little and carefully moved my butt out of my bed, to walk the few steps into my bathroom, just to see and realize the whole damage someone did to my face.
I looked like crap.
The whole left side of my face could've been compared to a rotting plum, while a small cut graced my right cheek just barely below the eye.
And like I gave a goddamn signal, the pain from my ribs suddenly pierced itself through my upper body, which made me clench my teeth and grab onto the sink like I could collapse at any given second.
I felt sweat spreading on my forehead.
What was I supposed to do now? I couldn't afford to skip work again, my boss was already pissed enough from dealing with my bullshit all the time.
I tried taking a deep breath, but even that wasn't really possible right now. And before I could think about it again, I slapped myself straight in the face and locked my eyes to their own reflection in the mirror.
„Okay, Jaehyun, get your shit together... You can do this. You did things that were much worse than this...", I tried to persuade myself and once again tried to breathe.
It worked better this time.
It still hurt too much to handle, but it worked. One hand ran through my hair, before I turned away from the mirror and took off the clothes I was wearing since yesterday. I didn't dare to look into the mirror again. I didn't really want to see how the rest of my body looked like right now.
After I took a somewhat complicated shower and brushed my teeth, I felt a little bit better.
At least I didn't smell like I didn't shower for weeks anymore.
Still rubbing my hair dry with a towel, I walked back into my small room and instantly spotted something unfamiliar on the only kitchen-counter I had.
My legs walked me through the room until I reached the counter and with narrowed eyes I inspected the scene.
One glass of something that looked like orange juice.
An Aspirin.
Two pre-packed waffles.
The glass and the waffles both had small labels on them that seduced me to grab them and quietly read them out loud.
„Drink me."
„Eat me."
I sticked the labels to the wall over the counter and slowly gulped down the aspirin with the orange juice.
„Who am I..? Fuckin' Alice?", I mumbled to myself and took a bite from one of the waffles, while I scanned the small letters again.
I knew, who wrote them, I could recognize the handwriting.
It put a light smile on my face and I grabbed my phone that someone put on top of the microwave, to send a small text to the only person I still trusted in this world, when I found the Text-Story we created last night.
As I read the messages she sent me, my eyes widened and I instantly responded. I knew that she wouldn't be mad for too long if I just didn't mess it up right now.
And it worked out.
Kind of.
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KAKAO TALK
Jinnie ♥, You
Jinnie ♥, 1:13AM
What the actual fuck is wrong with you...?
Joon just called me, I'm coming to the bar RIGHT NOW.
And don't you dare running away, I'm going to beat the shit out of you, when I find you!
You, 1:27AM
im atzplit
at toilet.
Jinnie ♥, 1:36AM
no, you're not.😑
where are you, dumbass?!
Jinnie ♥, 2:41AM
You're going to the hospital, IMMEDIATELY, when you're up.
