“Ooh ooh.”

Jiwon’s head felt like it was about to split open. She got up, biting off a moan at her body’s vehement protests. She recognized the apartment as Jaemin’s and waited as bits and pieces of the previous night started to piece itself together in her head. 

It seems that Woojin’s younger co-worker had taken over the conversation and started a fiery round of drinking games. Sunggoo had been insistent on getting her to participate, and as a result, she had drunk like a fish.

Then the world had started to spin, so she’d rested her head on the table… and her hat had fallen off.

“They saw everything….”

She’d wanted to hide it. Five years later, she’d met someone who only remembered her beautiful self, but she had revealed her embarrassing self.

I don’t get why it’s such a big deal. She’s still pretty.

When her hat had fallen off, she hadn’t the courage to sit up again. So she’d pretended to fall asleep. But the alcohol had made her memory of that time a little fuzzy…

She’d vaguely remembered Woojin carrying her home, but her brain refused to give her anything more after that. 

Jiwon blushed, mortified, and quickly brought her hands to her face. It was only when her fingers brushed against her hat that she realized that it was still on her head. 

“Oww.” When Jiwon tried to take off her hat, she felt a sharp pain on her scalp. 

Wincing, Jiwon slowly pulled the hat off her head.

Zzeeeee.

Several strands of hair came off with the pieces of scotch tape that’d secured...