It was one mistake — one that Mingyu knew that he could never take back. He could barely remember the events of the night, it all came in patches. Parts were burned out and he couldn't seem to fill in the blanks. All he could remember was the various bottles of alcohol, dozens of shot glasses, his friends and a whole lot of sweaty bodies grinding up against each other on the dance floor.

But that wasn't why he loathed himself at the moment. He could already image the apathetic look that he would receive as soon as he revealed the unfortunate mistake. His mind was far from the girl that laid beside him bare, instead he thought about the one person who was suppose to be by his side but was instead in Tokyo, taking photos for an upcoming exhibition.

Every part of his body was on fire, the feeling wasn't gratifying as it usually was, now it felt was embers were trying to swallow him whole into a pit of abyss. Which he kind of wished would happen.

The sheets over him rustled against his olive skin, the cotton constantly reminding him that he wasn't suppose to be the in the room. Soft snores and shallow intakes of breaths filled the room but he couldn't hear a single sound, everything was being blocked out at the moment. For once, the clothing on the floor — black ripped jeans he wo