"wait!" you halted, on your way out from the door.

"how did you know there's something has been off with me lately?" you turned your head, looking at him.

i must be too drunk to remember. you thought.

"i said that?" letting go of your hand from the knob, you rubbed your face, roughly, at the same time, trying to think of last night's event. namjoon, clapped his hands, realising something, while pulling himself up from the bed, still in his boxers. he walked over to you, before grabbing your hand, and dragged you to sit on the bed.

"okay, let's walk through last night." he said, as he plopped himself down on the bed, next to you.

namjoon told you that you had a lot of shots, eventhough he tried to stop you. you nodded slowly while listening to him, while avoiding his gaze out of embarrassment.

"you cupped my chin, and told me that there has been something off with me, lately. not only my work. and..." he stopped, trying to remember. "something about eyes, mirror and hide." as if the light bulbs in your head has been switched on, fragments of memories came, when he uttered those three words.

eyes, mirror and hide.

hiding your face against both of your palms, you groaned in frustration. it was one thing that you wanted to hide, from people, moreover from a person you have just met a day before. "i had those looks before, and whenever i look at myself in front of the mirror--"

"that's it!" he intervened before continuing, "you have mastered on how to hide the look!"

locking his gaze at you, he continue, "but how and why?" he asked referring on my last statement. "i asked, but, you were kind of passed out on me."

"so you decided to bring me home? to your bed?"