Room 1919, 19th floor

Oakwood Premier Coex Center Seoul

Gangnam District, South Korea

Before Dawn

Park Bom woke up with headache and drying throat.

She tried to get up but end up felling dizzy, must be the hangover. She gave up and threw herself back to bed. She wrapped blankets on herself and turned to the left.

The clock showed 3:00 a.m.

She then turned to the other side and grabbed a bottle of water. She gulped everything and cuddled herself for more sleep.

Bom closed her eyes and tried to be as comfortable as possible, she knew she still needs few hours of sleep.

But it’s no use, because instead of getting some sleep, she overthink about lots of things which upsets her.

I can’t start today with bad thoughts, at least I got work to do.

Bom looked at the clock for only-God-knows-how-many times.

It’s already 5 in the morning, yet she can't go back to sleep. So she decided to wake up and start the day a bit earlier, maybe waste few extra minutes over some breakfast.

Breakfast?

Bom dizzily dragged herself to the bathroom.

Ugh, why won’t the alchohol just kill me instead of giving this hangover?

Bom thought as she stared at her pathetic self in the mirror.

Skin barely alive, depressed looking eyes, hair as dry as , deep dark circles and bones showing everywhere. She sighed at the sight of her own reflection who was once a healthy happy cheerful girl.

Bom removed her makeup and freshen up her face with some cold water.

She stared at her reflection and sighed again as she started brushing her too-white-too-be-real set of teeth.

Still in last night party dress, Bom searched through her pantry for hangover cure. Yet, she found nothing edible except a pack of instant oatmeal. She let out a sigh, grabbed and threw it to the cabinet, then moving on to check the fridge without hoping to find something. As she would expect, there was nothing there but cans of beer.

Bom laughed in desperate.

Sure thing. I never cooked for myself for almost 3 years. Why do I bother checking?

She raised her tiny shoulders as she closed the fridge right after.

Bom grabbed a bag of ginger tea---her favorite hangover cure---and brewed it.

She made her oatmeal and added some honey on top of it. There it is, the most complicated breakfast she ever made after a while.

She stared at that bowl of oatmeal.

I made myself breakfast which is a total improvement. Maybe... Maybe I’m healing?

Bom tilted her head.

Or maybe not.

She smiled flatly.

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