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chp. 6

Taeyong woke up with an aching head and sore body. He groaned in discomfort, making a move to get up only to end up rolling down his bed. He stayed on the hard ground for a few minutes, trying to make his headache go away and remember what happened last night. That didn't prove to be a very good combination as his headache only got worse.

He rolled on his stomach slowly and got up on his knees, hands holding the bed for support. The plastic bag he'd vomited in last night was tied and still on the ground. Taeyong almost vomited again at the sight of it.

His dirty sorroundings did a better job than his hunger at giving hm motivation to get up. He breathed deeply and finally got up on his feet, getting the plastic bag in the process. He walked to his bathroom with fast steps and sloshed the vomit into the toilet, pinching his nose to block the smell. He flushed it away and threw the plastic bag in the trash. He washed his hands and then got into his normal bathroom routine: using the toilet, washing his hands, brushing his teeth, washing his hands again, washing his face and washing his hands for the last time.

His friends called him a clean freak but he didn't care. He had to be clean- he always felt dirty because of the stripper club.

He realized that he probably hadn't showered last night, so he also hopped in the shower. He didn't bother to get dressed or dry his hair after the shower, settling with a towel around his waist and around his shoulders. Thankfully it was Saturday, so he didn't have to worry about being fast.

He took gentle steps on the hard wood, closing the bathroom door after himself. As always, he walked into the living room first to open the windows.

He ran back out immediately after, because he had seen something very unusual.

There was someone on his couch.

He hadn't seen his face, but he didn't want to either. Had he hooked up with someone in his drunken state? He was shocked because this had never happened before. He'd done some stupid shit in the past while drunk, that was a fact- but he had never hooked up with someone. Taeyong tried to remember what had happened last night but as expected, it didn't help anything. He had been so drunk that the only thing he remembered was the pink haired guy and his small purple haired friend who was clinging to him.

''Okay,'' Taeyong sighed. ''You can't run away from everything you don't like, Taeyong.''

He walked in the living room again, tiptoeing to not make any sounds. The man was still there, sleeping contently. Now that Taeyong was thinking about it, they probably hadn't hooked up. They were both dressed and the man was sleeping on the couch, not his bed. But if that was the case, then why in the world was he here?

Taeyong walked closer to the couch to see the man better. He was sleeping with his back facing Taeyong, so he couldn't see his face. But it was easy to see that he was pretty bulked up, which really scared Taeyong. The couch seemed too small for him- his feet were hanging off the armrest. Taeyong frowned- he could fit there pretty easily. Was he too small or was the man too big?

The man mumbld something under hs breath and that was enough to bring Taeyong to reality. He walked closer and shook the man gently, scared of making him mad. He was pretty awkward with strangers.

But turns out the man wasn't even a stranger.

''Jaehyun?'' Taeyong gasped and took a step back. Jaehyun fluttered his eyelashes at him, confused. ''What are you doing here?!''

''Hm?'' Jaehyun mumbled, scratching his head. ''Taeyong?''

''Get up, dumbass,'' Taeyong complained and pulled Jaehyun up. ''What're you doing here?''