I woke up with a new kind of ache. Headache. Urgh hangovers are the worst. It took me a while to recall the events of the previous night. All I could remember was me crying, Baekhyun sneaking me out to a roadside stall, and us ordering way too much beer and soju. Magically we were now back in Baekhyun’s room, with me snuggly in bed and Baekhyun once again relegating himself to the mattress on the floor. A small smile crept onto my face. I woke up early to get a sip for my dying throat, and unsurprisingly I bumped into my hosts. My heart almost leapt to my throat as I secretly hoped that they hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary. Like the fact that there was an extra person in the house. “Good morning! You must be Jisoo ?” I felt like a goddess was shaking my hands as I looked at Suzy. She was still gorgeous upon closer look. Dongwook gave me similar greetings. With two good-looking people within such close distance, I tried to stand up straighter to at least not appear like a toad. “I’m Suzy. Hope you’re enjoying your stay so far?” I nodded, trying not to speak because I was sure I reeked of alcohol. They were so kind to not flinch at my smell because even I could tell I stank. Suzy smiled at my affirmative reply. “We’re just cleaning the pictures around the house. Please don’t mind us and feel just at home!” Suzy said cheerily. Gosh a beautiful person who cleans? What was this perfect package? At this point even if she were a potential cheater her other good traits might actually compensate for the act. “She absolutely adores these pictures. They’re significant to her so she cleans them rather often. They’re good, aren’t they?” I looked around and scanned the frames. It was then that I realised Suzy was not like Henry at all. Henry was just a straightforward . He cheated on me without much sense of guilt, perhaps even with a sense of entitlement. He broke both my love and friendship. He was certain of his decision. Suzy was a lot more ambiguous. She did things that suggested both faithfulness and disloyalty. She stayed in the house filled with hers and Baekhyun's memory, only to beautify it even further. She deserved the benefit of the doubt. Every ounce of Baekhyun's doubt.  I nodded sheepishly and quickly got my cup of water before entering my room again, only to find a heavily hung over Baekhyun sprawled on the ground snoring away. I nudged him softly, prodding the guy to wake up. He gave an intelligible string of low rumbles and grumbles before I pressed a quick hand over his mouth.  "Shhh. They're outside." It took Baekhyun a while to process the information, but eventually when he did he flopped back into bed and let out what seemed like a defeated sigh.  "Am I a terrible person?"  Is he really starting this conversation about morality right in the morning as we were having our hangover? Trying not to scowl, I plonked myself next to him on his spare mattress, and having him a stern look. In his morning daze he couldn't really make out what I was trying to convey with the attempted glare I gave him, and after a while I gave up on trying to look profound when I really had no idea what to say myself. I gave him a flippant wave of my hand to catch his attention.  "What do you mean by a 'terrible person'?" He tilted his head as if in thought, and why Baekhyun had the ability to think of existential question after waking up from a night of heavy drinking was a mystery to me. I suppose I learn something new about this stranger with each passing day.  "I doubt her, I hadn't even given her the chance by confronting her yet. I'm distrustful towards my partner."  It was a set of questions that I'd expected but I did not want to answer. They were like a set script that I had ruminated in my mind for the past weeks, over and over, since the day I caught Henry red-handed. There were mornings when I would wake up feeling almighty, eager to pat myself on the back for catching the cheaters and relieving myself of an unfaithful partner. There were days I woke up asking what was fraction or missing piece that was missing in me that made him choose someone else. Then there were days I woke up completely disoriented, disheveled and dazed from a night of booze, asking myself if I was a terrible person. A horrendous person for creating a relationship that did not work out, for hiding in that bedroom corner to sneak up on the two possibly most important people in my life, and for bringing things to a point of no return. Those were the moments that brought me back to suppressed truth in my heart, that I still loved him.  It's been days since I felt that kind of feeling, and I could tell from Baekhyun's symptoms that he was going through this cycle. Yet he was so different from me. His love was possibly not over yet, but he was subconsciously pronouncing it dead already. He's sentenced himself to a guilty verdict without realising that there was still a way to make things work.  "Baekhyun, you can always start anew."  The blonde male shifted an inch away so that he could face me comfortably, assessing my expression as if to decode what I had just said. He raised his brows for clarification.  "What I'm saying is that if you want to stop all these spying, and start to trust her again, you can always do that. She doesn't know you're back." There was a pregnant silence in the room, and eventually Baekhyun said what he was struggling to articulate before.  "You avoided the question."  Damn, his mind was too clear for someone who drank so much the night before.  "I'm not going to sugarcoat it. You came back early, hid under a mattress with the intention to catch her in her unfaithful act, dressed my up like a banana with blooming flowers on top to