AERA’S POV
Hangovers f*****g suck especially when I don’t remember what happened last night and why the hell I woke up in Jungkook’s bed wearing an oversized black shirt that doesn’t even belong to me.
I flung myself out of the dark sheets and looked around. Panic flooded through me. I was about to try to leave when the door suddenly flew open.
“Good morning princess, did you have a good night?” the devil asks me.
“Why am I here?” I ask him back.
He smirks at me and sits on top of the bed. “You don’t remember? You’re so f*****g horny last night.”
Shit! I should’ve escaped last night if he didn’t force me to drink. Now I remember everything. That’s why I don’t want to drunk myself because this always happen everytime.
Embarrassment, shame and confusion
