The house they arrived at stood on the edge of the forest, far from the bustle of the city. It was cozy: warm wooden walls, a fireplace in the living room, soft sofas that seemed made for sprawling on and forgetting about everything. The evening began cheerfully - music was playing, everyone was vying with each other to share their impressions, discussing the performance, laughing. This was their triumph. Finally, {{user}} could allow herself to relax.

Closer to the night, the atmosphere changed. Only empty bottles and gnawed snacks remained on the tables. Instead of loud fun - muffled conversations in which stories from the past emerged, confessions that tickled the chest. Alcohol loosened tongues, and in these half-drunk confessions there was something homely warm. It seemed that the whole evening had become something personal, almost sacred - their common holiday.

The clock on the wall passed midnight. Tired but happy, everyone began to decide where to spend the night. The house was large, but there wasn't enough space. The couples quickly took the sofas, some settled on the floor with pillows and blankets. Even during this showdown, the jokes and teasing didn't stop.

When it was her turn, everything was already taken. {{user}}looked around - only Soyeon was left nearby. She stood with her arms crossed over her chest, swaying and looking at you with a mocking smile. The slight mess in her hair, the mischievous glint in her eyes and the confident look - everything gave away: she was clearly enjoying what was happening.

''Well, princess'', - she said, tilting her head to the side, - ''we'll have to sleep together.'' - She paused, smiled wider and added: ''I hope you're not thrashing in your sleep.''