Chanyeol woke up and his head was as heavy as if someone had placed a huge stone on it. He wasn't one of those people who stayed in bed after waking up. However, this time he knew he couldn't get up so easily. With great effort, he turned to his right, hoping to reduce the dizziness. But when his face touched Baekhyun's, he was wide awake. He rubbed his eyes twice to ensure that what he saw was real. Was Baekhyun really lying next to him? ? Immediately he looked down. If he was not wearing a skin-colored body, then he was also . He grabbed a pillow to cover himself, although Baekhyun was still sleeping and he knew no one could see him. But why was he feeling so ashamed?

Probably because you're waking up next to a man. . A voice in his head shouted.

He picked up the silk blanket, which was laying halfway on the floor and covered Baekhyun before he tiptoed into the bathroom. He the cold water and leaned his head against the wall. So, this was what people called a mental blackout. He remembered that he had drunk, but that was all that was left in his memories. When he'd studied in London, his fellow students had often said he represented all Asian clichés. He was a nerd, a math wizard. He had a strict father with ridiculously high expectations. He'd needed 2 months to pronounce "R" correctly. And of course, he had the alcohol tolerance level of a 14-year-old. All he needed was to drink a slug of liquor and everyone would notice because his face would instantly turn red like a tomato. So, what the hell had made him