Episode Two

Son Naeun

“Love is like death… but sometimes, Death is kinder.”

I woke up at that thought, a pain shot through my head like I’ve been hit by a frying pan ten times. Regrets flowed in my system, wondering why the heck I drank again last night. It was my sixth time that month, and as much as I know I regret it… I know it won’t be the last.

The sun was already high up, enough for its rays to warm up my skin. I noticed I’m wearing a clean set of clothes. Eunji probably changed it last night.

I sighed deeply, messing my hair in frustration, wondering since when did I became such a drunkard.

This is so not me.

“I must be crazy…” I repeated muttered to myself, randomly slapping my cheek at each time I repeated it in my head. “… I must be really crazy, ah--!”

“Yeah you are.”

I looked up, getting greeted by the most special person in my life. She had her arms crossed as her body stood against the door frame. Her eyes were narrowing a look at me, making me regret everything in a whole another level.

I must be really crazy.

“Come on, breakfast’s ready. And don’t complain about your hangover. You deserve it.”

Yeah, I deserve it in a whole lot more level than how you thought I do.

Obeying Eunji’s words as if I’m her dog and she’s my master, I made my way out to the kitchen… with only in my loose white tank top and . I didn’t care; I was still completely out of it.

“YAH! At least wear something below there, Naeun-ah! It’s not pleasing to the eyes!” Was Eunji unnie’s immediate response, throwing a wooden spatula across the air and into my thighs. It didn’t hurt but I pouted. She has her hands covering her eyes like a cute puppy.

“Oh please, a lot of guys would kill just to see me like this unnie~” I winked that she just ignored.

“Ah, you are so different now compared before. You used to stutter a lot around me.” She muttered as she made her way to me. She removed her sweatshirt and tied its sleeves around my waist. She was a little too close to me, but somehow it didn’t feel the same way as it did the first time. My heart doesn’t flutter at the sound of my name and I no longer stutter