you can’t quite remember what happend the last night. You remember meeting a mafia at the street when you walked down the street and then he drugged you and took you home to his fancy apartment, you had no idea. You wake up your head dizzy you sit up quickly in the giant master bed when you see gong yoo sitting across you shirtless on a armchair watching, and your only wearing a lace tank top and lace underwear you quickly pull the covers up to hide your body to not show off for him, he watched you sleep and you don’t know for how long he sat there.

you look around noticing the fancy bedroom the expensive things, the big lamp and more expensive decorations. ”Morning sweetheart.” he says low in his Korean dialect.