The Gift ; seungjin

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Seungmin woke up feeling like he had been run over by a herd of elephants. His head was rumbling, it was as if the music of the club he had spent the night before still lingered on it. It wasn't the most normal thing in the world for Seungmin to get out of hand when going out with his friends; on the contrary, it was usually always him the one taking care of the rest along with one of his flatmates, Felix, who also belonged to his small group of friends. But that night was an exception, and how could it not be when finally, after four years of efforts and dedication (and tears, coffee and occasional anxiety attacks), he had graduated from college. Exactly, Kim Seungmin could once and for all proudly call himself a graphic designer and photographer. So back to our point, the just graduated boy got out of bed how he could — he was feeling a sharp pain on his lower back (not to mention the headache, which was painful as hell), and tiredly dragged his feet towards the shared bathroom of the small apartment. He wanted to take a look at his appearance in the mirror but chose not to, considering he would actually regret it and thank himself later. He didn't want to start the morning with another displeasure, to say the least.

He ran the tap and waited for the water to turn warm. Are those people who use cold water reliable, be it in winter or summer? Seungmin thought the hell not. He washed his face to clear up himself and went on with his morning skin care routine. Where did he get the strength to do so with such a hangover, you ask? Nobody knows. But he was Seungmin. The Kim Seungmin. What wasn't he capable of? The point is, once he finished his tedious facial cleansing, Seungmin moved into the kitchen, where he found his friend and also flatmate, Han Jisung, having a too-well-prepared breakfast to have been made by him. Seungmin rose a brow, ignored the squirrel looking boy's "Good moring, sleeping beauty." and took a seat across from him on the kitchen table, where they used to have breakfast almost every day.

"Dude, last night you were wasted. Like, totally wasted. I don't even know how you can stay up this early." Jisung bit into his croissant and sipped his orange juice, which seemed to be squeezed out. When had they bought oranges? Seungmin rubbed one of his eyes with his left hand while he took a tablet of pills from a drawer with the other one.

"Trust me, I don't know either." He sighed and grabbed the orange juice jug to pour some into a glass. "Did you make breakfast? Thought you were as bad as me last night, though. Was this Felix?"

Jisung shook his head a few times and wiped his mouth with his hand after swallowing the juice. Sometimes Seungmin would still wonder how they hadn't ended up pulling each other's hair out of their heads in their two years of coexisting under the same roof. "Nah. Felix is still asleep. It was that guy you spent the night with."

Seungmin blinked, and he swore that if he had had something in his mouth at the time, he would have choked. Did he spend the night with someone? "I spent the night with someone?"

"Um, yeah. You really don't remember, don't ya?" Jisung let out a loud, short laugh and handed his friend a piece of paper. It looked like a note. "It was stuck in the fridge. Damn, you really were messed up, huh?"

'Hey, Unknown

Sorry, didn't get your name. Anyways, last night was... amazing. Left some breakfast for you to restore your energy – you'll definitely need it after last night. And my number. Hope you text me ;)

00-834-728-029'

"Yikes. Now I get the pain in the ass." Seungmin said to himself but loud enough for Jisung to hear it. Sighing, he crumbled the stranger's note into a ball and tossed it into the trash can. "Thanks for the breakfast, 'Unknown'."

"Wait so you're not going to call him? Or text him?" The baby pink haired boy shrugged and denied. "Not even to thank him for the breakfast?"

"I'm not interested in someone I can't even remember, Jisung. The only thing I can recall is my ass hurting like literal hell and you eating my breakfast." Jisung frowned and formed a small pout, pushing the plate of food away from Seungmin's reach.