“Ugh,” Jingoo groaned, burying his face deeper into the chest in front of him. Chest. There was a chest in front of him, a very busty chest. He usually never had a chest in front of him when he woke up. Very slowly and carefully Jingoo detached himself from the chest and the first thing he saw was chocolate brown. The more he backed up the clearer everything got. She was pretty. She is pretty. She had lashes, not too long, not too short, just lashes. Her nose is kinda hard to explain but it was pretty. Her lips were thick with a prominent cupids bow, the top darker then the bottom which was a light pink. Her super curly dark red hair was slightly squashed flat around her and would shake a bit when she would snore. It wasn’t a loud snore, just a light one. She is pretty. But he forgot to catch her name last night. Maybe he should wait for her to wake up but he has to film in like an hour so he’s really gotta go. But the thing is that this is his house so, what to do? He tries to get up slowly afraid to wake her and when he successfully gets up and off the bed he looks at everything in full view. The girl in his bed shifted as she snuggled into his white comforters. She was wearing a white tank top, but that was it. Everything else including his clothes were scattered all over the place. Shaking his head Jingoo heads into his bathroom to shower. During his shower though a lot of what happened last night starts to come back to him. He remembers the club, the heat, and her perfume. It was a very peculiar one, one that you wouldn’t normally smell anywhere, it was unique. He remembers how they danced how it all felt. But most importantly he remembers her eyes. There honestly was not much special about them. They were dark brown almost black but the way they looked into his, almost as if they knew. The crazy thing though is he was completely sober the whole night.