I'm not a robot || kth.

chapter 2

She glared at him with her half-opened eyes.

"Hyunwoo... Why must you do this to me? Why, why, why?!" She slurred in her words while tugging onto his leg tightly. Jihye was totally drunk.

The confused man could only stared at her blankly. Who's Hyunwoo? Why is she so drunk? His mind was filled with wonders, but he chose not to interfere the issues of someone whom he wasn't familiar with. He got curious, and squatted down next to her.

And there he was, staring at the lady who was extremely intoxicated with alcohol, her eyelids sagging, her lovely eyes turning a light shade of pink and so were her cheeks. He studied her face, and somehow he felt his heart fluttering. Her soft, long, wavy, ebony coloured hair rested on his arm. Her eyes, the shade of dark chocolate, held the universe in them. Her small and perfectly shaped nose was pink and swollen from crying. Her lips looked as soft as a marshmallow he wished he could...

Are you crazy?

He found himself infatuated by her beauty before he flinched in shock when she suddenly wrapped her arms around him and stared into his eyes, before breaking the silence with a soft, but drunkard chuckle.

"I really... love you," She said, before her eyes swivelled to the back of her head and closed shut as she passed out, her head slowly leaned against his shoulder. He could see a tear rolling down her rosy cheek.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath. He didn't want to be responsible for her well-being, he didn't have to care. She was just a random stranger after all. But although he wanted to escape this situation as much as he wanted, he couldn't afford to leave her alone. Hesitantly, he gently pulled her up by her arms then held her waist, before dragging her away.

***

The sunlight shone directly at my face and I squinted my eyes in frustration. I hissed when I felt the terrible ache in my head. The harsh scent of soju can be smelt and my throat was sore entirely from all the alcohol I drank last night. I couldn't even think of getting up from bed, so I pulled the covers over before returning to sleep. Then, it hit me.

Wait, where am I?

My eyes flung wide open as I shot up from bed, scanning the environment around me. Not a single corner of it was familiar to me. The room was simple but elegant. A king size bed on one side of the room, a couch on the other side with glass table in front of it and an ashtray placed on it. Underneath the ashtray, I noticed an envelope stuck to it. I took the letter but didn't open it. Instead, I slipped it into my clutch purse, planning to read it once I got home. My eyebrows knitted in confusion as I struggled to recall. And then, everything came rushing to my mind about last night. I remembered bits and pieces of whatever went down last night.

Bumping into that handsome man last night at the garden. The depth in his voice, his warmth, the way he looked at me. I remembered all that except for the way he looks. All I knew was that he was really attractive. After that, everything was a blur. I had no idea what I did after that.

The last thought horrified me and I hurriedly removed the sheets from my body to notice that I was still wearing the same outfit I wore last night. I let out a sigh of relief.

But, who the hell left me here?

I could hear my stomach grumbling as I walked out of the hotel room. Thankfully, there was no one else in the hallway or I would have to beg the ground to swallow me whole. With every step I took, my hunger became more and more oblivious. I wanted to get out of here as soon as I could but before that, I had to find out who left me there last night.

A woman, who seemed to be in her late twenties, looked up as I reached reception area. A gentle smile spread across her face as she greeted me.

"Good morning. Is there anything I can help you with?" She asked, leaning a bit forward in her seat.

I leaned against the black marble counter, my elbow bearing my body weight. "Morning. Yes, actually. I was wondering...uh...someone left me in this hotel last night. Do you, by any chance, happen to know who it was?"

The woman's forehead creased. "I can look up the bookings. What's your room number?"

Thankfully, I checked the room number when I got out. The receptionist started typing away as soon as I told my room number. The anxiousness in my heart started to grow as seconds ticked by. I tapped my foot in trepidation. After what felt like forever but were merely just seconds, the receptionist looked up.

"It says Park Jihye. I'm assuming thats your name?"

My brows furrowed in confusion and fear clawed their way to my mind. How could my name be there when I wasn't the one who booked the room? Did someone I knew left me here? It couldn't have been Sungyoon.

I was brought out of my thoughts upon the receptionist's voice.

"Miss, do you need anything else?"

"Yeah. Do you remember who took me here?" I stuttered, a hint of anxiousness laced my voice.

"Unfortunately I don't. Have a good day," the receptionist bowed, with a warm, polite smile.

I returned the smile, "You too."

With that, I walked out of the hotel and took a deep, calming breath as soon as I was out of the building. The sun was shining bright although the weather wasn't hot. The cool wind was refreshing and felt nice against my face. I took a cab home, since I didn't know where I was.

I reached home in about ten minutes. I entered my room and shut the door behind me. With a sigh, I walked to the bed and fell on my back against the soft, comfy sheets. I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander back to last night. I tried to remember what had happened. Nothing but bits and pieces of the memories of last night. But admist those same memories that had filled my mind when I had woken up in the unfamiliar hotel room was a new memory of an unfamiliar man wearing a pitch black hoodie, his face covered by the shadows that were the results of the night sky.

I sat up straight, the sudden thought of the mysterious letter rushing through my mind. Without wasting time, I grabbed the letter out of my clutch purse and sat cross legged on the bed. Hastily, I slid out the letter from the envelope, unfolding it to read it's content. My eyes slowly took in the intricate writing.

I am sure you are freaking out about what happened last night and how you got here in this hotel. Don't worry. Nothing happened. Nothing worth worrying about, at least. You passed out and I had the decency to not let a beautiful girl like you alone in the dangerous midnight streets with perverts, so I dropped you off in a hotel where I know you'd be safe. And although you did mistake me for your boyfriend (or ex now. Probably), you didn't embarrass yourself or anything of such sorts. Don't forget to take medicine for headache, beautiful doll. I'm sure you have a bad hangover after how many shots you downed.
Anyways, I hope to see you again.
Yours truly, KTH. xx

A faint blush appeared on the apple of my cheeks upon reading the letter. Although, the letter did not bring back memories of who that man was. I still couldn't remember how he looked, apart from the fact that he was very attractive. After all, I was one of those drinkers that forgot what happened the night they were drunk.

But one thing was sure, I wished to you again too, KTH.