Ilsung sat down for the night to write more of his book, hoping he would be able to get more than another page done. That seemed to be the pace he’d been working at almost every night now and he wanted to break out of that cycle. He’d been working on this book for months now and it wasn’t even close to being done. If only he had more time in the day to write since his brain was always so tired at night. Taking a sip of his coffee, he rolled his shoulders back and got to work.
Chapter 5. Han woke up the next day with a terrible headache, the events of the night before slowly coming back to him. He didn’t exactly mean to get that hammered, but one thing led to another and before he knew it, he was shit faced. He wasn’t proud of it, but he guessed he needed a night to let loose and have fun, but apparently, there was such thing as a little too much fun. Wincing, he threw the covers off himself and rolled out of bed, immediately making his way to the kitchen to get himself a glass of water so he could take some pain meds. As he gulped some water down, he couldn’t help but to wonder how he got back home in the first place. He could have sworn he’d driven himself to the bar. Maybe he took a taxi?
Ilsung stopped suddenly, burying his face in his hands. Why wouldn’t his brain just work with him? “ Maybe I should just scrap it... “ he murmured to himself as he let out a light sigh. It wasn’t like he had a deadline to meet anyways. But he’d gotten so far on it, and Han felt so real to him, he couldn’t just simply scrap it. He just didn’t know what to do.
