Jasmine.

Kwon Jiyong woke up, heart beating a million miles a minute. ‘Dara’, he thought. Reaching out next to him, all Jiyong felt was empty, cold sheets. ‘She must be in the rest room’ he chuckled, gaze turning soft. Last night was amazing, the answer to all his prayers. They came together beautifully, with so much passion it stole his breath away and tears to pour from his love’s eyes. Softly, Jiyong looked to the closed door of his bathroom.

‘What’s taking her so long?’ Jiyong stood from the bed, the sheet covering his body fell to the floor as he walked towards his bathroom door. “Dara-love, are you in there?”, he asked.

No answer. “Dara?”, he called again. Still no answer. He tried to strain and listen for any sound but found the room was eerily quiet. Jiyong quickly picked up his boxer shorts from the floor, Dara’s clothes scattered all over the room. The only thing missing was the shirt he was wearing the night before. He looked around the room, a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. ‘Come to think of it, why does my head feel heavy and my mouth feels like I ate sand paper?’, he thought. “How much alcohol did I drink last night?” He tried to remember the best night of his life only to find that he only remembers bits and pieces. ‘It can’t be. I was drugged?’

Jiyong ran for the door, feet pounding down the stairs. Half of him was hopeful he’d find Dara there, cooking breakfast but half of him already knew she was gone. Her