commonplace; unfamiliar sheets and a pulsing headache, dry skin and cotton stuffed mouth. seunghee throws an arm over her eyes to block out impending sun and is entirely unsurprised when it hits something beside her. a quick glance out of half-lids confirms a body, and she moves a little to see what kind of bullshit excuse she’ll have to come up with for running out before breakfast.
“what the fuck,” she breathes, squinting her eyes halfway to closed because there’s no fucking way there’s a dude next to her.
sitting up is the Worst idea seunghee has ever had, and an immediate wave of vertigo has her groaning, deep breaths through her nose keep her from vomiting, and the stirring body beside her makes her wonder how fast she can get from here to a cab.
probably not very fast, if the blinding pain behind her forehead is any indication.
“hey, do you know where the aspirin is?” she grumbles, because every party passes around pain killers post-drinking, “maybe oxy?” seunghee pauses so she can press her fingers into the mattress while she stumbles to her feet, “also, my shirt?”