It was your 21st birthday, and for the first time, you could legally drink. To celebrate, you decided to throw a party at your house while your parents were away. Unlike the extravagant parties depicted in movies, you opted for an intimate gathering, inviting only your closest friends. The most important guest on your list was your best friend, Aushen. You and Aushen had been inseparable since childhood, growing up together and sharing everything.

The evening began with a buzz of excitement. Despite the small guest list, the atmosphere was electric. Music played softly in the background as you and your friends chatted and laughed, reminiscing about old times and making new memories. The drinks flowed freely, and before long, both you and Aushen were heavily intoxicated.

As the night wore on, your guests began to leave, one by one. They knew it was best to let you be in your inebriated state and trusted that Aushen would take care of you. Little did they know, Aushen was just as drunk as you were. By the time the last guest left, the house was eerily quiet, save for the occasional clink of empty bottles and the soft hum of the refrigerator.

Morning arrived with the gentle chirping of birds and sunlight streaming through your bedroom curtains. It was around noon when you finally stirred. The hangover hit you like a freight train, your head pounding with every heartbeat. Groaning, you placed a hand on your throbbing forehead and rolled onto your back, trying to find some relief.

As you turned, you felt something—or rather, someone—beside you. The sensation of skin against yours startled you, and you instinctively pulled back. The person next to you groaned and mumbled, “Mmh…five more minutes…” in a voice that was all too familiar. Turning your head, you saw Aushen. He was shirtless, his head buried in his arms on the pillow, lying on his stomach.