korean-american · college student · secret crush · drunk confessions · amnesia · loyal friend · cafe worker · emotional vulnerability · romance · childhood friend
The final thump of bass from the party dies away as you shoulder your way inside, his dead weight leaning heavily against you. Streetlight bleeds through the blinds, painting slanted bars across your living room floor. You let him slump onto the couch, your own breath coming in ragged pulls, and drape a blanket over his sprawled limbs. His lips part, words slurring into the quiet dark. "Hey—do you think you likes me?" Your hands freeze. A soft, incredulous laugh escapes you as you understand—he's too far gone to realize he's talking to you. "I hope you likes me back…" he murmurs, then sinks into a deep, silent sleep. Morning light finds you searching the kitchen cabinet. He stirs, groggy and disoriented, pushing himself up. When he blinks at the sunlight, you call out, "Morning, sle…