Changmin woke up the next morning with a splitting headache.   "Ugh... I shouldn't have drank a lot!" He put his hands on his forehead and tried to remember events of the previous night.   He thought long and hard but he just can't remember all the details. The only things he remembered were the empty cake rack, the noisy councilors, and Tiffany's shocked expression. That, and then everything went pitch black.   "Tiffany!" he sat up suddenly and the room swam into view. He shook his head as the world seemed to move back and forth right before his eyes. "Changmin..." he heard a soft voice coming from the other side of the room. "Fany?" "Changmin, lie down. You're still not well." Changmin looked on the clock hung on the wall opposite his bed. It was quarter past eleven.   "Darn, it's late.! he tried sitting up again but his head throbbed again. He slumped down into the bed.   "It's okay, Min. Madam left three hours ago and she already knew what happened."   Changmin felt a sudden feeling of clamminess wash over him upon hearing what Tiffany said. His internal organs seemed to turn into jelly. He looked at the girl who is now sitting beside his bed.   He looked at her with questioning eyes.  

"Fany... What happened last night?"

 

MRS KIM entered the room and brought lunch for the young man who's now looking outside the window --- spacing out and lost in oblivion.   "Eherm..." the elderly lady cleared and Changmin snapped back into reality. Mrs Kim put down the food on the bedside table an