I woke up with a mild headache. I honestly didn't think I'd drunk that much but considering what I hallucinated the night before I was surprised my hangover wasn't worse.

Of course, everything came crashing down when I opened my eyes and found the same boy from last night hovering over my face. I let out a shout that had both of us jumping away.

"Oh good! She's up!" I heard Rosé's voice call from upstairs. "Can someone tell her to come get breakfast?"

Jisoo started walking over but I ignored her and Rosé and in favor of staring at the boy. He was now wearing a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, which I was definitely grateful for. As great of a sight as his beautifully sculpted chest was, it would've been too distracting at this god-awful early hour.

"What are you still doing here?" I asked him. He gave me a funny look.

"I can't leave." He had that funny accent again and I knew it would click in my brain as soon as I got some food in my system. As it was, I was starving.

So, instead of pondering about his weird words of the fact that everything last night might've actually happened, I followed Jisoo upstairs to the kitchen, where Rosé was making breakfast.

I grabbed a plate and joined Lisa and Jennie at the table. I was too hung up on whatever Rosé was going to serve (she was an amazing chef) that I completely missed how my two friends tensed up for a second when I sat down.

"What's for breakfast?" I grumbled to no one in particular. Let's make something clear. I was not a morning person. I could have gotten 14 hours of sleep but unless it was past noon, I would be dead on m