'Ahh… fuck.' Minjae woke up, groaning.
The harsh morning sunlight stabbed through the curtains of his room like they were tiny knives straight into his eyes. His head throbbed violently with a deep pulsing ache following it.
"Shit," Minjae closed his eyes tightly and buried his face deeper into the pillow.
For a few seconds, he just lay there, in a daze and confused.
'What happened?'
He turned his head slightly to the side, wincing at a sharp pain that was pulsing in his head. He can't remember anything that had happened in the latter part of the dinner. All he knew was that everyone was having fun, and so was he.
'How the hell did I get here?'
Minjae sat up slowly, grimacing at the feeling of being nauseous that followed. He scanned his room. His jacket was just tossed over the ground, and his shoes looked like they were kicked off carelessly by the door.
His phone was also at the corner of the bed, ready to fall of any moment if he just moved further to the side.
