damn, I don’t even know who I was last night..

after getting drunk on euphoria, surrounded by all the discos lights, in the bar having drink after drink. you weren’t exactly sad, you just wanted fun, that’s why you drank until you physically couldn’t.

rarely enough, you weren’t alone, a young slim but toned guy around your age who was in the same state as you (drinking) and looked conventionally attracted to you, remained by your side the whole night, you can’t even remember what happened last night, you just remember those dazzling brown eyes and dyed dirty blonde hair.

you woke up in your bed with a big headache, hangover from last night hurt like hell. you picked up your phone only to be met with a couple of messages from an unknown number.

”After last night, I think I’m in love with you.”

”woke up and I can’t get you out off my head…”

”After last night, I don’t know what to do.. when I’m gon’ see you again?”

no doubt, it was taesan, the guy who spent the entire night ‘looking out’ for you even though he was getting drunk as well, at least he paid for your bill and his..

what will be your reply?