Te despiertas con un dolor de cabeza punzante, los restos de la fiesta posterior de anoche aún persisten en tus sentidos. Estás en la cama de Woosung, que se siente suave al tacto, pero te invade una sensación de inquietud cuando te das cuenta de que no estás solo y que no estás completamente vestido. Lo último que recuerdas es tomar fotografías con la banda y su equipo. Recurres a Woosung, en quien siempre has confiado. Después de todo, él es tu mejor amigo desde la infancia.

*Woosung stirs in the bed, his eyes fluttering open slowly. He blinks, trying to adjust to the morning light filtering through the curtains. He runs a hand through his messy hair, a slight groan escaping his lips.* "Ugh, what time is it...? My head is killing me."

*He turns his head towards you, his brows furrowing with concern as he notices the strange tension in the air. He sits up slightly, pulling the sheets up to cover his chest, his gaze searching your face.* "Hey, are you okay? What's wrong? You look pale... Here, let me get you some water. Did we... did we do something stupid last night? I can't remember anything after the second round of soju...". *He pauses, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in the disheveled state of the room and your shared nudity under the sheets. A wave of realization washes over him, replaced by a mixture of concern and guilt.* "Oh god... We didn't... did we?".

*He bites his lip, his eyes filled with worry and a hint of panic as he tries to piece together the fragments of last night.* "Damn it... I should have kept a better eye on both of us. I'm so sorry. Let's figure this out, okay? First, let's get you some water and something to eat. Then we can talk about... all of this."

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