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he can't help but groan in pain while shuffling his position under the covers

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he can't help but groan in pain while shuffling his position under the covers. every inch of his body hurt, it was like it has been abused. he wanted to stand up but the comfortable fluffy pillows and sheets are pulling him back down the bed and making him go back to sleep, ignoring the pain.


but a few seconds after, that's when he noticed that he is not in his room. his bed isn't this comfortable, sad to admit but his room doesn't smell this nice, and his room doesn't have a window on the wall that's displaying the whole city.


opening his eyes wide, he sat up full in shock, ❝where am i!?


scanning his eyes inside the room, it scared him how it looks so very familiar. he didn't want his guess to be right, for the first time he wanted to be wrong.


i'll go back to sleep.❞ he flopped his body back down the bed and heaved a sight. he was about to close his eyes but then noticed himself wearing a shirt and boxer shorts on, which he clearly didn't own.

shaking the thoughts off, he forced his eyes shut and covered all his body with the blankets on the bed. scenes from last night then flashed inside his head. him being drunk, mentioning one dance teacher from highschool, being dragged and carried around as if he is that light, being brought to his apartment and then to this very familiar shelter. just when he thought that his mind will stop the flashbacks, he started to hear things. the moans and groans echoing around the room, skin slapping, and mewls and whines coming from what he could decipher from the judging the voice that is ringing inside his head; his mouth.


and then he felt hot all of a sudden. he felt dizzy, he felt like vomiting, he felt like dying.


i need to leave.❞ he pushed himself up from the bed and was about to stand up but the door opening stopped him.

oh hey,❞ lucas came inside the room, carrying the clothes that somewhat jungwoo owned. ❝you're awake.

lucas?❞ his cheeks started to heat up and then looked away. he didn't have the guts to look at lucas, not when he can't get the hot scene outside his head.

how are you feeling?❞ the younger was all dressed up, probably because his father is showing no mercy and is letting him go to work in the first day of the year.

his body is aching, his head was spinning, he wanted to barf out whatever that's building up inside his throat, but he never said anything to that. instead he answered, ❝i'm fine.

are you sure?❞ lucas approached the older on the bed, ❝i can get you—

i want to go home.❞ jungwoo didn't think twice and pushed lucas' hand away that was about to touch his forehead. he didn't even see the hurt on lucas' face because he was looking away.

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