Chapitre 22: Hang-over

A bolt of pain whines inside my head like a steamroller as soon as I grow conscious. I feel my stomach burn while my back complains of soreness.

“Where am I?”

The exposed wooden lines of the cross beams and rafters of the open ceiling look familiar. I wander my tight eyes around and recognize that I am in the living room. With the pillow askew on my head and blanket tossed away, I lay sprawling and too wicked to move, it feels like I got hit by a boulder last night.

Still, I raise my body up to sit and the hazy memory of last night’s song and booze hovers over me. I can still remember that it was Jeong Hyeok’s fault why I drank up to my limit. How could he judge me and think that I will blow up our undercover by drinking? Hmp! But... What exactly happened last night? And why did I end up here on the floor of the living room, not in my bedroom?

“Jeong Hyeok, that little-! What’s the use of his bulk body? He could have at least brought me up in my bedroom!”