Neukmin slowly stirred to the sound of nails scratching against wood. He groaned and turned over, slowly opening his eyes to find himself facing the door. It was probably the pub’s bloody cat using the doors as a scratching post again. He tutted and rubbed his eyes, cursing it under his breath.
The clock on the bedside table read 1:35pm, he was several hours late for work. “Shit.” He muttered, feeling a heavy pulse beat against his forehead before he noticed the second human shaped bulge next to him under the covers. Grabbing the edge of the fabric, he peaked underneath. What was her name? Mandy? Shit. He’d had too much to drink. Mindy? No, that wasn’t right but he quickly decided that didn’t matter and left her to sleep.
Throwing on his clothes, he’d planned a quick, quiet exit—but half way through pulling his shirt over his head, he’d knocked over a bottle of liquor that rolled off the edge of the table and smashed against the floor. The liquid seeped red into the cracks of the wood work, dripping from shades of glass. Neukmin turned, certain that the noise must have woken up his spontaneous late night shag, when he heard a coarse groan accompany a loud thump at the door.
She was out --- Completely and utterly out and dead asleep. But whenever she felt a slight stirring in the bed she couldn’t help but to move a bit herself, the warmth soon disappearing from beside her only to be replaced by the cool air around her, kissing her skin as she continued to sleep lightly.
But then, crash~! She sat up fast, and looked around the room before her hand carefully ran over her head --- Realizing that last night she had way too much to drink and this hangover wasn’t going to be all too fun whenever she got back to Hogwarts. She glanced up at him, eyes squinted as snickets of memories from the night before played out in her mind. “Oh....”, she almost forgot the two of them had fooled around last night and spent the evening together. “Just leaving without saying goodbye”, she hummed softly and turned to allow her legs to hang over the side of the bed. “I’m kidding.. that’s fine. What time is it?” He didn’t even have to answer, instead she stared at the clock and the only thing that could even escape past her lips was, “Shit.”
Her head snapped towards the door, and then back to him. “What was that?”, she asked as she hurried herself up from the bed to gather her scattered clothing and quickly put it on, all the while pulling her hair up so that way the mess it was wouldn’t be so obvious.