Ye Jun
The cab dropped me off in front of the house around 2 a.m., and I stumbled out half-sober, the tequila still sloshing around in my brain making everything fuzzy but not fuzzy enough to forget what a shitshow the night had been, with Si-woo's dick down my throat and then him just bailing like I was yesterday's trash. I fumbled with my keys, cursing under my breath when they jingled too loud, because the last thing I needed was Mom or Dad waking up and seeing me like this reek of club smoke, hickeys probably blooming on my neck, eyes red from whatever the hell emotions I'd been choking down in the shower earlier.
The Door creaked open, and of course, the living room light flicked on right as I stepped in, Mom standing there in her robe looking all worried and sleepy.
"Ye-jun? That you? It's so late everything okay? "
