~

Wait for me...

I'm sorry

~

Waking up sprawled out across your bed, the world around you instantly began to spin.

You let out an audible groan of pain as you took your first breath of conscious air into your lungs, with what you could only describe as the hangover from hell quickly taking over all of your senses.

As you brought your hand up to rub away the soreness travelling through your temples, you were instantly triggered by the crustiness of your make up still left on from the night before.

You couldn't help but send out death threats to your stupid drunken self for having the sheer audacity of not removing your make up when you made it home last night.

But hold up..

How did I even get home?

Raising your head slightly off its pillow, you looked down at your fully clothed body, trying to the best of your ability to inspect every detail of it.

I didn't even change out of my dress from last night?

Or climb inside the covers?

I must have been really out of it...

As your strained eyes were still taking their time to catch up on everything, you were at least grateful that your drunken ass was still able to find itself home at all, given the reckless state you must have been in.

It was bad, but it was still a far better alternative to that one time when you straight up forgot your new address after moving apartments, spending the early hours of a Saturday morning stumbling through the streets of Seoul until you could finally recognize some landmark buildings to make your way home.

Or that other time when your dumb ass lost your keys in a night club, and spent the following morning crouched in front of your apartment building, until a police officer was nice enough to wake you up and help you find a locksmith.

Ughh..

Another groan, louder than the last involuntarily left you, the triggering thoughts of those nightmare experiences only worsening your already pounding headache.

Raising your head back up off its pillow again, your eyes darted towards your bare feet, feeling a slight sense of relief that you at least hadn't dragged your shoes into bed with you again.

I seriously need to make better choices...

You tried your hardest to think back to the events of last night at the karaoke bar, vividly remembering how you slayed your's and Ji-eun's duet of "Baby Don't Stop" by Taeyong and Ten as per usual.

Your mind then darted back to just how shockingly good of a singer Hana was, remembering how her perfect rendition of "Eyes, Nose, Lips," by Taeyang sent goose-bumps of jealously throughout your core.

But from everything after ordering your third round of drinks at the karaoke bar, your memory became grainy, with patchy images of Ji-eun full on emotional-crying to "You're Beautiful" by James Blunt, when it came through on her song request.

Give her too many drinks and that song is always bound to come up.

That girl is a walking disaster...

As you thought long and hard, you couldn't be certain, but you vaguely remember texting someone in the early hours of last night.

The struggle and the time-consuming process of trying to control your intoxicated fingers on your sensitive phone screen were sticking out in your memory for some strange reason.

That, and an extremely vague flash-back of being carried up a giant set of stairs by someone.

Did that really happen?

Or was I just dreaming that?

What in the world happened....?

UGH.

As your eyes took one last lap around the current state of your body, taking in as much as detail as possible, something quickly hit you.

Who's jacket is this...?

Draped around you, appeared to be a large, men's leather jacket.

You were surprised it took you so long to notice, since it so blatantly didn't belong in your wardrobe.

So then where in the hell did it come from?-

But before you could even continue on with that thought process, you were completely knocked out of it by the shuffling sounds of movement coming from outside of your bedroom.

What.

The.

Hell.

....

Someone else is here!?

Your entire body stiffened as if bracing for impact, the threatening idea of a house intruder baring too much for your already pathetically fragile and hungover state.

In this moment of fight or flight, the possibility that it could have been a one night stand didn't even occur to cross your mind. 

Because even if it would have been a totally out of character thing for you to do, you still could have opted for a somewhat less 'doomsday-esque' conclusion, your worst-case-scenario way of thinking always getting the better of you.

Not wasting any time, you desperately reached out to your nightstand for any kind of blunt object that might help with your impending act of self defense, the only item in reach being that of your Army bomb light-stick.

Clutching onto it for dear life, you held it protectively above your head, the loud drumming of your heart racing through your ears was now making it beyond difficult to listen out for any more movement going on around your apartment.

As your eyes stayed fixed onto your bedroom door, you watched in horror as the doorknob began to turn, the drawn-out squeak of its hinges slowly moving until-

*BANG!*

...

F*ck f*ck f*ck!

I'm going to f*cking die!

Too afraid to stare death in the face, you slammed your eyes shut, blindly throwing your Army bomb as violently as possibly in the direction of your bedroom door.

Not today Satan!!

"Ow-HEY! If that's your way of thanking me, you need to reevaluate yourself..." Muttered the raspy and familiar voice as it entered your room.

Still ridden with fear and adrenaline, it took you a moment to gather your composure, before fluttering your eyes open to be met by him.

Holy sh*t.

Juggling a bottle of water, a large coffee, a breakfast sandwich and some hangover medication, low and behold was your not-so-far-away masked 'Genius' standing at the foot of your bed.

"Eat up," he uttered, now suddenly standing right beside you.

Not a word more and he was nonchalantly stacking everything down on the nightstand next to you, before abruptly turning around and exiting your bedroom as quickly as he had come in.

Right before he had completely left your line of sight as he went to pull the door shut behind him, he paused momentarily, staring you straight in your smudged-makeup-crusty eyes.

"Did you really just throw K-pop merchandise at me?"

UM..

WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?

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Hi Angels,

How is everyone going?

I decided to publish this *BONUS* chapter early, for the first time ever. This must be some kind of record or something!

I know, I know...
It's such a short update this time! 
It wasn't intended, but it was the best place to leave it off before the start of the next chapter - So please forgive me! 

But still, I hope you liked this new update! I actually had a lot of fun planning this one and the following chapters out, I just hope they carry through and are received well by the rest of you!

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