UNTITLED UNIVERSE #1: UNIT 25

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

UNIT 25

The clock struck 12.

Jisung groaned for the nth time already. Head down, one hand gripping the bottle of his 7th alcohol and the other hand messing with his hair.

He felt nothing at the moment. The pain he felt while fighting in the early morning became numb; at least the pain isn't there anymore to bug him.

But then his mind is too focused on the only person. His heart is shouting at the specific person, and he's also aware that he wants her. He needs her. Not knowing why, he's sure that this tingly feeling is nothing other than love itself.

Gulping down the last drop from the bottle, Jisung stood up and laughed when he stumbled back.

Yup, he's getting crazier and crazier every second.

"I look like a tramp." he mumbled as he saw his reflection on a glass.

Still, he managed to stand up again and walk, stopping here and there just to keep his balance.

No other person will be more proud than this drunk 19-year-old boy for successfully dragging himself out of the building.

Although his situation was getting crazier as time passed, he spotted the only place he could think of. Letting out a laugh, he strode to his favorite spot. His blurry vision caught another figure sitting on the rock.

"A g-ghost?"

Turning her head back, her eyes widened at the boy, who pointed at her. His eyes are puffy red, his face is swollen, and he is only wearing his pajamas and slippers.

"Jisung?"

"Oh, it talked!"

Naih's brows furrowed, not believing the sight of the boy laughing and clapping like he's watching a funny video or something. But one thing is for sure: She knows he's drunk.

"Jisung-ah, how much did you drink?" Naih worriedly asked the moment she stopped in front of him.

"Hm? I'm not d-drunk!" he said between his hiccups.

She sighed and carefully dragged the boy, making him sit on the rock. She's just standing in front of him, watching him with his mouth agape and eyes looking everywhere as if he's surprised to see such a wonderful view—like seeing it for the first time.

"Jisung, let's go home."

"Nope," he answered, popping the p.

"But you're drunk."

"I AM NOT!"

Naih flinched at the sound of his raised voice but chuckled when he pouted, crossing his arms. Oh, how she wants to take a picture of it or chant a spell to make him smaller so she can place him in her pocket.