the morning after;
gnnasung:
(...)
“uh, sorry. didn’t mean to talk that much about her,” he finally realizes his mistake and a flush of red tints his cheeks. he still gets laughed at by his colleagues for being so fond of his sisters, but they’re good people, mr. kim! “is there anything you need? you can use the shower if you’d like.”
Mika laughs lightly. “I’m sure you’re just saying that to be nice, but thanks.” He hasn’t looked in a mirror yet but he imagines his hair looks like a bee’s nest. He tries to pat it down with his other hand, but it’s just a fluffy mess without his usual hairspray.
He quiets down when Nasung continues. He’s clearly far out of Mika’s league---he likely wouldn’t even understand why Mika was out last night, which is for the better. “It’s okay. I’ve had a lot worse, honestly. But still, you did the best thing you could do. I appreciate it a lot,” he decides on saying.
Now that he thinks about it, Nasung’s first impression of him is absolutely awful. No amount of salvaging and politeness he tries to put out now won’t be able to make up for passing out drunk in Nasung’s bed.
“... No, I don’t need water,” he sighs, frowning suddenly at his own train of thought. At the very least he was hoping they could be friends. But he can’t imagine Nasung is very interested in drinking with him, given his small scowl when he spoke about last night.
And he would never ask for Nasung to be his friend to try and fix Mika’s own hobbies. He doubts anyone in the world has the patience for such a momentous and unnecessarily difficult task in the first place.
“Um, it’s okay,” he says finally. “Yeah, I’ll shower and... get going. Sorry. I didn’t mean to take up so much of your time either.”
He slides off the stool, swaying a bit when he tries to steady his balance.
“Also, uh, if you drove back or called a taxi or something. Which I assume you did because I don’t think you carried me all the way from the bar. I’ll pay you back for the gas or whatever.”
