Sora's POV
My head felt like someone had replaced my brain with a sack of overcooked rice.
Warm. Heavy. Useless.
I groaned and rolled onto my side, hugging the thin blanket tighter—wait.
Thin blanket? It doesn't feel like mine...
I blinked my eyes open.
White ceiling. Bare walls. A single window without curtains. A half-assembled shelf in the corner.
This was not my room.
I shot upright so fast the world tilted. "What the—"
Then it hit me.
Yeongjae's apartment.
The drinks. The balcony. The… oh no.
My memory slammed into a wall right after we started drinking more. Everything past that point was just blurry flashes of laughter and his face way too close to mine.
I looked down.
Blanket.
Just blanket.
I froze.
Very slowly, like I was defusing a bomb, I lifted the edge.
…Nothing.
Nothing at all.
My soul left my body for a solid three seconds. I was completely naked, nothing everywhere.
What the hell did I do last night?
