CHAPTER FIVE

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I opened my eyes, sunlight immediately attempting to blind my gaze. I placed a hand on top of my head, trying to think about what happened last night. 

As if it would give me some sort of answer, I looked around the room to see if I was in my apartment, if something too destructive happened last night, and more scenarios similar to that. Fortunately, everything was fine. I glanced at the wall-clock in front of my bed, '12:23PM'. 

Today was Sunday, which meant that I did not have work. I guess this month is finally making me take a breath after everything that's happened the past few weeks. I rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes and turned to my side, my eyes widening a bit at the sight of my bedside table. 

There was my phone. Beside it, was a glass of water. And under, it was a piece of paper. My brows furrowed, and I picked the paper up, reading the small note left by a rather messy handwriting: 

'you probably didnt sleep well. im not sure if you have work today, but you probably shouldnt go. theres water right there if youre thirsty or if you have a migraine. 

also, if you want to meet up somewhere this week, i'll be in Brown Club building so just look for me there! heres my number too if you get lost or so~ jeon jungkook' 

Under his short message was a phone number. I sighed, deciding that it won't be too bad if I save his phone number. Oddly enough, my memories from last night were quite a blur. I definitely know it was Jungkook, but the memories were literally blurry. 

I sat there for a while, trying to think if something else had happened last night. Preferably, before I met Jungkook. I rested my chin on top of my palm, before standing up, deciding that if I should be thinking of this, I should at least do something productive while I'm at it. 

Now, I didn't like staying in one place and not doing anything. So right after I saved his number to my phone, I decided that I should go to Brown Club after eating breakfast. I grabbed my brush on the dresser and looked at myself in front of the mirror, fixing my hair. I eyed what I was wearing, and pursed my lips at the realisation. 

This grey jacket isn't mine

'if you want to meet up somewhere this week,' I remembered the message. Of course-- we were going to meet so I can give him back his jacket. I cursed under my breath and immediately took it off. Thanks to this weather, I can wash it and have enough time to dry it, too. 

I ended up washing the jacket first. When that was in the machine, I cooked myself some breakfast and readied my outfit for later. Unlike any of the other mornings after being drunk, I didn't have a bad hangover today. I'm quite thankful. 

When I was done cooking breakfast, I dried the jacket first-- before going back to the small dining room to finally eat. As I did, I texted Jungkook that I'd arrive at around 4 or 5. 

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I parked my motorbike on the space nearest to the exit, since I wasn't planning to stay here for long. I hanged it on the handles, before fixing my hair in the rearview mirror. 

I didn't consider myself as a vain person. But I guess you can call me a perfectionist; I didn't like having a messy bed. Messy hair, messy make-up.. not that being one is always a good thing. Besides always looking presentable and composed, I can easily get annoyed. 

I've never been here before. Brown Club. I've heard of it, in fact, there are routes I take to work that passes this place. But I've never really considered even visiting it. 

Brown Club's grounds is filled with tall brown buildings standing equal feet among each other, each building representing a club. The clubs vary-- from chemistry, to painting, to acting.. you don't necessarily have to be a student to be part of a club, as it's goal is to make people discover their talents and satisfy their hobbies. 

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