One drink, you said as you entered the bar. Now? Night was a blur and bits and pieces of memory. Most of it blank or in flashes.

You groaned as you realised that your head was hurting bad. Turning in bed dramatically, slightly opening your eyes, you were met with a dark grey, almost black sheets. You dont remember changing your bed sheets, but hey, who knew what the drunk you did.

Then as you inhaled, the smell wasnt like your room. Woody mixed with sweat. Heavy sweat, sweet kind if one. And something else. Like sweet cherry.

As you turned again, your hand hit something hard, something that wasnt your plushie you slept with.

"Well, ouch." A voice spoke "this is how you greet me in the morning?"

Oh my god. It was Jeon Jungkook