Yu jin's POV
I woke up with my face pressed into the wrong side of the pillow and the wrong side of life. My head felt thick, my throat dry, and my phone was vibrating against my cheek like a tiny bug.
One unread message. Then another.
Park Min: Bring me sober medicine.
Park Min: I really…want to apologize. I don't like men, I never meant any of what happened.
I read that second line twice, maybe three times. "I don't like men." Yeah, no kidding. Tell that to the baby who looks like you every time he frowns. I stared at the words until my chest tightened. I should've laughed yet I didn't.
I threw the phone aside and buried my face under the pillow. I wanted to scream into it, maybe suffocate a little. He still didn't know. Five years later, he still didn't know what his drunk night did to me.
