that morning

obviously this refers to Mistakes

He was completely drunk. As a heavy drinker, it was something extremely rare. When this disturbing headache attacked him as his consciousness returned, Gong Yoo swore he would not touch alcohol again, at least for a couple of weeks. That’s a real deal, and he shouldn’t easily bet on himself.

Painfully, he groaned, feeling his throat so dry and a bit sore. It’s clearly morning, and he should wake up, his consciousness suggested and he wanted to ignore it real bad. Inhaling deep, he scratched his neck, wishing it would miraculously wet his throat. That’s silly, but at least he tried. A new pain welcomed him instead. As he’s slowly awake, he realized there had been an uncomfortable pain on his left arm. It was so painful that he almost couldn’t feel his muscle.

His eyes should open by now, but his headache encouraged him to return back to dreamland, lullabying him with a quick escape. Another groan was made, he started to feel frustrated. Maybe he should really ban alcohol from now on.

No. That’s crazy. He muttered, or rather whispered, quietly.

He felt a movement. And something started to feel quite real. So, when his eyes eventually fluttered opened, he swore he’s going to never touch alcohol again.

There was a familiar picture inside his head, so vivid, so bare. In which a male lead of an overly popular drama woke up with the female lead inside his embrace. They didn’t know each other, yet they’re hugging each other, tightly, and .

The problem was, it wasn’t the scene from that overly popular drama. It’s happening right now. But he knew this girl, he remembered her, not only that, he perfectly knew what had happened. As if being hit by the quickest train, all the memory from last night coming so fast filling his head with pictures by pictures that he needed to close tight his eyes immediately, wishing it’s all just a dream.

‘I think you should stop drinking, sunbaenim’

‘No, I think, you should’

‘Why do you think it’s so hard to move forward?’

‘I think we’re all cowards’

“Shhh, it’s okay, it’s not your fault”

‘Sunbaenim too, please stop hurting’

‘Tell me how to stop this’

‘I don’t know why it hurts so much’

‘Quiet, stop blaming yourself’

‘No, don’t say his name!’

“.” Another frustrated whisper. He hid his face under his palm, feeling utterly stupid. Remembering everything perfectly, vividly.

Sometimes he really wished he had habit of forgetting everything after the horrible drinking. Having high tolerance in alcohol, he never thought he would make this kind of mistake. It’s both humiliating and irresponsible for a big name like him.

He felt another movement, this time, the female snuggled even closer as if they weren’t on each other’s skin already. Her head were rested perfectly on his chest, the left side, just above his heart. He 100% believed if she’s awake she would immediately realize how his heart beating like a brand new drum right now. Yet, she’s so quiet, as if finding its favorite place. Her face was titled up, giving him access to study her solemn expression, quite the opposite of what he remembered last night. And without realizing, his hand had reached her cheek, caressing it with care and affection.

She was crying last night, sobbing so painfully that leaving him hurting with unknown pain he wished he could erase right there right then. Then laughing cheerfully, suddenly finding their story both miserable yet funny. Then smiling, so bright, so loose, so beautiful that was only right if he kissed her. And he did, impulsively.

It’s now visualized vividly. He’s clearly expected to earn a slap, when pressing strong her lips he was at the same time preparing for a brutal rejection. What came after was rather flustering even for his drunkard mind, she replied him instead just as passionate and eager as him. That’s when he ditched the sane part of his brain and completely embraced his desire.

She was so tiny yet so brave, standing on her knees and cupped his cheeks upwards as she kissed him again and again, as if wanting all his attention that’s already hers. No questions followed, it’s just right and nothing could stop them.

“Sunbae…” she whispered. And he’s finally awake.

It wasn’t him. In a split of second, he felt his heart numbed.

Did you actually mistake me for that person?

His ego was achi