it's a bit messy. sorry

The next morning, Hana’s voice woke me up.
“Jen, it’s after ten.”

I was disoriented and dehydrated. I was lying on my own bed, wearing a pair of my own pajamas in blue. There was a bucket on the floor next to me.

“Did I miss my class? And don’t you have classes?” I bombarded her with questions. My voice was quite husky and hoarse.

“Yeah, WE both missed our classes,” she pressed the word ‘we’ that made me chuckled.

“Why don’t you go to college and – ”

“And leave you here alone? Hell no. I should take a good care of you. You are so troublesome,” she said while rolling her eyes.

“God, Hana. I am so touched.” I said while bringing my hand to my chest dramatically.

Out of the blue, the events of the previous night came rushing back to me.
“Oh damnitholymothaa!”

I put a pillow all over my face and throw the voice out loudly. Hana chuckled lightly before grabbing the pillow off my face.

“Do you feel like eating anything? Jiyong oppa made breakfast,”

The mention of food made my stomach churn. I dragged myself out of bed and went to the mirror. I couldn’t help but gasp at the reflection of myself.

I looked like the main character in The Corpse Bade, paper-white with huge purple bags under my eyes.

I fixed my hair using my own fingers.
“Kim Junhoe, you son of a .” I cursed under my breath.

Every step made my head pound, but I made it downstairs.

“How are you feeling?” Jiyong asked me when I entered the kitchen. I took a seat beside Hana and rested my chin on the table.

“Like hell warmed over,” I said.

Jiyong snorted. He stood in front of the stove, flipping pancakes. “Are you hungry?”

My head jerked up. “God, no.” I said sarcastically. “Come on, Oppa. I am hungry as hell that I can shove your head into my mouth right now,”

He laughed before putting the pancakes on a plate and served them in front of me.

I plowed through them and ate like a wolf. “Hey slow down, I won’t snatch your pancakes.” Jiyong said.

“I am starving.” I answered before grabbing the third pancakes. Hana and Jiyong shook their head in unison.

“By the way, who the hell was that brat who spiked your drink?” Jiyong asked me.

“That brat is Kim Junhoe. He is in the same year as me and I once kicked him in the balls,” I said, laughing. The scene suddenly popped out in my mind and I started laughing.

“What?” Jiyong asked me between his laugh. I looked at hi