But it wasn't empty as usual.
There was a noise, not from the past but recent.
That drunk boy's voice.
Annoying.
So Jeo clicked his tongue, shutting his eyes.
"Troublesome."
This time, he didn't let himself overthink. He forced it down, allowing the pill to drag him to sleep.
And for once.
No dream.
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Seo Jin woke slowly, his body aching through the process.
His head throbbed—a dull, heavy pain that settled right behind his eyes, making even the slightest movement uncomfortable.
He groaned, shifting on the bed.
Which was a bad idea.
The moment he moved, the room spun.
"Fuck," he cursed under his breath, squeezing his eyes shut.
For a moment, he didn't move again.
He just lay there, still.
Trying to gather himself. His throat felt dry. His head ached.
"What did I even…" he mumbled, his voice rough.
Last night?
He tried to think, maybe he could remember.
But nothing. Like something was blocking it.
Fragments like…
A bar. So Jeo. Alcohol.
