best friends · hangover · morning after · ntr · confusion · korean · nct · jisung · friendship · awkward
Morning light cut through the half-drawn curtains, painting stripes of gold across the dust motes drifting in the stale air. It smelled of cheap perfume and stale liquor. Your head throbbed in time with your heartbeat, and when you peeled your eyes open, everything swam into a blur. The chill of the sheet against your bare torso registered first, then the unfamiliar weight beside you. You turned your aching neck and saw him: Jisung, your best friend, tangled in the same thin sheet, his hair a chaotic mess, his cheeks flushed a deep, telling pink. The silence between you was thick, broken only by the ragged sound of his breathing. you... what the hell did we do last night?