Yu jin's POV
I woke up to the taste of something bitter sitting at the back of my tongue. My head felt thick, like someone had stuffed cotton inside my skull and taped it shut. My eyelids were heavy, and my body didn't feel like mine. For a moment I didn't even know where I was. The ceiling above me wasn't white. It wasn't the hospital. It wasn't Woo Min's apartment.
It was his house.
And the moment that thought hit me, everything rushed back into my head so fast I felt the air leave my lungs.
My body refused to move, like it knew what would happen if I did. Like it wanted to protect me from remembering. But the memories didn't care. They shoved themselves into me anyway, piece by piece, until the whole night played again in my head in flashes that made my stomach twist.
My chest tightened. My throat locked. Heat burned behind my eyes.
And then the tears rolled down my eyes gently.
