I woke up convinced the ceiling was judging me.
Not metaphorically. Actively. Like it had witnessed crimes.
My head throbbed. My mouth tasted like regret, fermented fruit, and bad decisions layered into a cocktail called Why Are You Like This, Eunji.
I blinked once.
Didn't move.
Because moving meant acknowledging the problem.
The problem being… weight. On both sides. Warm. Solid. Breathing.
Oh no.
Oh no no no no.
I stared harder at the ceiling, as if intense eye contact would rewind time. It did not. Instead, memory queued itself like a system notification I absolutely did not click.
Laughing.
Stumbling.
Arguing over who gets to walk me back.
Me, very boldly declaring, "You're both dating me so just… teamwork it."
Past Me was fearless. Present Me wanted to evaporate.
I slowly turned my head.
Kael. Shirt discarded somewhere in the universe. One arm slung lazily around my waist, face peaceful in the unfair way beautiful people sleep after chaos.
I turned the other way.
