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Sunlight is sneaking its way through the red curtains as it shines on Ja-yeon's eyes. Her makeup is smudged onto a white pillow. She feels last night's shots creep up in her throat and escapes between her lips. She groans as she turns her body to the left side of the bed. She is met with another body next to her. It was a guy. She sat up hastily. Ja-yeon looked under the covers to find herself half naked with only her pink underwear on.
She slightly gasps but she covers her mouth so as not to wake the guy up. She laid herself back down on the bed, with her mouth still covered. The guy shifts himself to her side and she falls out of bed. She makes a yelp sound, causing the guy to wake up.
“Ahh!”
He picks up his head while looking dazed and confused. He opens his eyes and sees Ja-yeon on the floor. He rubs his eyes to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
“What the hell?” He groans.
Ja-yeon rubs her back as she fell. The guy sits up from the bed and stares at Ja-yeon.
“Ummm hi?” He says to Ja-yeon.
She stares at him before replying a hi back. But she did it in a high-pitched voice, making her sound like a toddler. She questioned herself why she said it like that. She always hated doing a cute voice but sometimes it slips out in uncomfortable situations. She looked away as she felt embarrassed.
The guy slightly chuckled at her. He shoots her a little smirk before looking under his blanket. He saw that he didn't have his boxers on. The pair did not know what to make of the situation.
Ja-yeon finds her dress by the end of the bed and quickly pulls it over her body. The guy couldn't help but look away, although he did take a quick peek and saw how her pink underwear shaped her ass so tightly. He did not want to have these thoughts in his head when this girl is most likely frantic to get out of there.
Ja-yeon sees that her straps were ripped, possibly trying to get it off her body last night. She quietly murmurs “shit” so he doesn't hear.
The guy gets up from the bed, covering his bottom half. He finds his boxers on the side and puts them on at a quick speed. He sits at the edge of the bed, looking at his hands.
“You can have a seat if you'd like. You don't have to rush out.”
Despite her best efforts to evade the situation, she can't help but feel responsible for letting it get this far. Should she say that she was feeling vulnerable after seeing the guy that she's supposed to end up with showed up linked with another girl and in the very same night, he tried to tell her that he still loved her. Should she not have those 5 tequila shots and 4 Jager bombs and 3 soju bombs. Should she not have danced all night and not give a fuck on who she spent the night with. Should she not be grateful that it was you that captured her and not a homeless man or a creepy-looking motherfucker. These thoughts were going through Ja-yeon's head as she was making her way next to the guy on the bed.
Ja-yeon couldn't look at him as she kept fixing her straps. The guy looks up and sees. Luckily the shirt he wore last night was brand-new so it doesn't stink besides his cologne. He grabs it from the floor and hands it to her.
“I'm good.” “Don't be like that. Here.”
He drapes the shirt over her. She squirms by his touch. It felt so warm.
Her mind causes a flashback.
She felt those hands on her face as he kissed her against his front door. He moved his hands down to the sides on her ass, gripping them. His hands were firm but they were touching her so gently. She moans in his mouth. He found himself smirking in the kiss.
“You're so cute.” He says to her as she blushed.
He lifts her wrists above her head. He pants against her lips. She smelled his breath, it was the same smells of all the alcohol they took together plus some vodka.
Her mind snaps back to reality. She shakes her hand to get rid of that memory but only ends up hurting herself. She makes a painful sound as her head is rocking from last night.
He lets out an airy laugh. She puts his shirt on and looks at him with disdain. She thinks to herself that this guy is crazy. How is he so calm in this situation?
“Wow you are so cute.”
“Is there any other sentence you know besides that one?”
“How about you remember anything that we did last night?”
She stops buttoning the shirt to stare at him. But he gives a look like he doesn't know.
“Do you not?” She questions him.
“Not after the soju bombs.” He shakes his head. “Well… only small pieces. Everything else.. Oh God, why did I do this to myself?” She puts her hands over her face.
“Ho-jin.”
She looks at him in shock when he utters his name.
“How do you…?”
“That was something I do remember. Before we came back here, you kept falling over and yelling “Fuck Moon Ho-jin! It was hard to shut you up last night.”
She gasps. She couldn't believe herself.
“OH fuck. I'm sorry. I can't believe it.”
“I can. This Ho-jin sounds like a real asshole if you felt compelled to scream his name.”
He brushes her hair off her face and tucks it behind her ear. He picks up her chin. She looks at him with pitiful eyes.
“At least you didn't say it in my bed last night.”
He smiles at her. Her eyes grew wider at his remark. Then she sees something on his arm. It was a tattoo of cherry blossoms but underneath was a long scar. Something in her mind triggered another memory.
Her and a male friend were running home after stealing a bunch of candy from the store. The owner was chasing them. The boy falls down on his arm. The girl turns around at his sounds of pain. The owner drags the boy by his bloody arm but the girl hits the owner with a 6x4 she found on the ground. She grabs the boy's hand and they run away from the scene. They were laughing at each other.
She looks at him in astonishment. She grabs his hand again like when they were kids.
“Seung-yeol.”
He looks at her with narrow eyes. He didn't know what she was thinking. Or even how she remembered his name.
“It's me. Ja-yeon.”
He widened his eyes. He never thought he would hear that name again. But there she was. The best friend he ever had. The friend he hasn't seen since he moved from Cheongdong, their hometown. The friend he always thought was his one true….
“Fuck.” They said in unison.