By the time I came out of the washroom, Soobin was snoring.
Thank god, I could at least get him to sleep.
But No Thanks to God for making Soobin puke on my sweatshirt before deciding to pass out.
I had put Soobin on a bed in a room he told me to be his and then wiped his face and shirt and even though his drunk ass insisted on taking it off I made sure he had clothes on while he lay on his bed.
I wasn't sure what he was trying to do but he was annoying me.
I was kind of glad he finally passed out because he didn't want to let go of my hand after puking. All over me.
I was not only angry at Soobin for ruining my sweatshirt but now also unsure to leave the room because I was in my jeans and Hive uniform.
But then again I had ruined his clothes before so it was equal now. I just wish it didn't happen when half the most elite people and future heirs to the conglomerates were downstairs.
I know I am.
I mean everyone was drunk here. I think only San and I are the sober people here.
On that note, where is San exactly? It's been a while since I saw him.
And I smell of puke still. It is nauseating.
I don't think Soobin will mind if I borrow one of his t-shirts right?
His t-shirts will be too large on me anyway given his build. And what am I thinking borrowing clothes from one of the Royals?!
I must be out of my mind.
This was a mistake from the start. I shouldn't have come here and I shouldn't have been swayed by Beomgyu. Look at me now with my uniform soiled with puke and a headache begin to form at my temples.
I can't keep wearing this because the smell is getting to me even though I tried to wash the vomit off my clothes as much as possible but at this rate, I might puke as well.
Screw it.
He can get mad at me if he wants but I need to wear another shirt.
I open his closet and I am not sure what I was expecting but what is see in front of me definitely wasn't that. I kind of expected a grandiose walk-in closet or some big closet with thousands of branded clothing but this was a small closet.
Definitely bigger than mine but an average closet with multiple racks with barely folded overflowing t-shirts and jeans with a small section of the closet having a rod for hangers.
"Huh," I muse. I hear Soobin moaning and turn back to see him turn and then snore again. I quickly pick out a plain white T-shirt, making sure there is no designer brand label on it.
"Soobin, I am borrowing a shirt from you, okay? I'll buy you a new one" I whisper near him even though the chances of him listening or understanding me are less. He might not even remember meeting me or our entire encounter tomorrow morning.
I would prefer it that way actually. It will save a lot of uncomfortable conversations and explanations.
"Don't go yet. It's too early" he mumbles with his eyes still closed as he turns towards me in his sleep. His mouth forms a pout and looks like a small boy rather than a near adult, much less someone who is bound to probably rule half of Korea when he takes over the family business.
"Soobin, sleep. We'll talk tomorrow. Alright? When you are sober and I don't smell of vomit" I half joke.
"You don't call me. Ever" his eyes are still closed and his words are slurred. Like he is on the brink of sleep but is struggling to keep his consciousness.
"I will call you. But right now you need to sleep or else you will fall sick again" I grimace at the thought of him puking again.
He pulls on my arm and lose my balance. I sit at the edge, near his waist to stop myself from falling on top of him.
"But I want to talk to you. You avoided me the entire week" he huffs, complaining.
I open and close my mouth multiple times. He caught on. I bite my lips, not knowing what to say to him but then again will he actually remember any of it?
"Well, I would lie if I said you didn't intimidate me" I give him an honest answer. The entire reason for my honesty is that he is probably going to be too hungover to remember this conversation.
He smiles ruefully and shakes his head.
"You know huh? I was hoping you didn't know for a little while longer but I guess I can't help it. My reputation catches up huh?" he asks and turns on his back to stare at the ceiling.
I am not sure whether it is my cue to make him feel better or get up and leave.
His hand on my arm doesn't let go yet so I continue.
"I didn't hear anything bad. I don't know what you think I heard" I tell him and he just looks at me in a patronizing way with an arch of his eyebrow like silently asking, really?
"Well, if you mean by the information that you are technically the heir of the biggest company in South Korea, then yes. Anything other than that, I don't know" I raise my arms in surrender and shake my head. In this process, he lets go of my arm.
"But it did change your perspective of me. I hate that" he lets out a loud breath.
I don't know why I am having this conversation with him but I don't really have many people I can discuss this with really.
Any topic related to Royals and everyone at school shuts up.
I have not heard of any bad things about them in particular but I understand where the fear comes from.
One wrong word, one wrong stare, one wrong move, and all five of them have the power to ruin your life.
That can affect anyone. No matter how much they try to believe otherwise.
Even if the Royals are friendly and mostly wouldn't do that, they would never be able to convince the mass.
It makes me sympathize with him a little.
Just a little.
His brother is still extremely scary and I will not do anything to piss off Yeonjun, that's for sure.
Even if Soobin doesn't do anything to harm me, I cannot say the same for Yeonjun.
"I did not want you to see me like this" he mumbles, his voice drifting as his eyes flutter close and then open a little again.
"Hey, I am not judging. It's your life. I am no one to judge" I mean it.
"I thought we can be friends. I liked talking to you" He yawns midway and then completes his sentence.
"And here I was thinking I made a terrible first impression on you" Both of us chuckle and he yawns again.
"You were cute" he smiles and finally tilts his face towards me.
His gaze is intense, a big paradox to his simple statement and I feel heat creeping up my neck without my consent.
I jump up to get a bit of distance between us. "Alright, I think you should call it a night and I'll leave you be as soon as I grab a clean t-shirt from your closet.
"Will you call me tomorrow?" he asks.
"I will. No sleep" I say trying to end the conversation. I wasn't going to call him. But I felt this was enough to satiate his drunken mind.
"Promise?" he peeks one yes open and pouts as he brings his pinky finger towards me.
I laugh looking at his extended finger, not sure if it is a joke or not. I need to get back and the sooner I put Soobin to sleep, the sooner I can leave.
"Promise," I say and entwine my pinky with his. He smiles and closes his eyes, a satisfied expression spreading across his face.
I plan on getting him a new t-shirt but I want to make sure I don't grab anything too extravagant. I drop by the washroom to quickly change and find a plastic bag lying around to put my soiled clothes in.
There is a full mirror on the wall so I look at myself.
As expected the t-shirt is too long and too big for me but I roll up the sleeves and tuck it into my jeans. It doesn't look half bad. It does not look good by any means but definitely not as bad as I was expecting it to be.
I also look very tired and early eye bags form under my eyes. I need to get home.
I pick up my phone to call San when the door behind me clicks open and a familiar uneasy chill runs down my spine.
I hate this feeling.
And I only get this feeling when there is one certain person around me.
I dread turning around and my mind screams at me not to turn around but my feet seem to have a mind of their own because I see my feet turn till I am facing the door.
And standing at the door is a confused-looking foxy eyes and pink-haired boy.
"What are you doing here?" we both echo our confusion.