NUNEW'S POV

- Has anyone seen P'Zee? His room's door is open... He's not in the bathroom. He's not picking up my calls... - I went downstairs to the living room, hoping to grab some breakfast and find the dark-haired guy. Unfortunately, seeing how rough my friends looked, I realized they wouldn't be much help to me today.

I woke up this morning with a clearly arranged plan in my head. I had to talk to P' about the nighttime incident. I won't lie, I'm terribly afraid of this conversation and I have no idea what it may lead to. But I know one thing for certain. It has to be cleared up. No matter how you look at it, it wasn't me who initiated the kiss. I still can't believe it actually happened. It's like a dream come true. In two words, I can define what I truly dream of: Zee Pruk - that's the name of my happiness, my objective, my sole desire, the one thing I need... Anyway, always unattainable and thrusting me into the abyss of the friendzone... Being kissed by your crush - it's like winning the jackpot in the lottery, or even better.

I'm having a tough time communicating with the guys today. They definitely had too much to drink yesterday. I decided to help them get sorted out. Only Max managed to pull himself together somewhat and miraculously made his way to the bedroom, collapsing on the bed. Entering the room, I made a beeline for the window. It stank worse than an old distillery, airing out was a must. I'm not sure how Zee's doing, but Nat is sprawled out on the couch, completely lifeless.

I decided to be a good friend and cover him with a blanket. In the meantime, I also had a brilliant idea. I wouldn't be myself if I didn't want to tease him a little. Deep down, I love arguing with Nat, and I know he likes it too, although he won't admit it. I quickly ran to the bathroom for black eyeliner and drew mustaches on his face. I also styled his eyebrows, deciding that the latest fashion trend is a unibrow. When I finished my masterpiece, I looked at him with satisfaction. I was already at the door, but... I turned back, as always. Well... Natasitt and his zero tolerance for alcohol.

Actually, after our wild parties, I only feel bad for him. The rest of us can always handle things, but Nat... that's a different story. I looked at him with concern and rolled up my sleeves... I have a real challenge ahead of me... I struggled to lift him and dragged him to the bedroom, laying the drunk body on the bed. Half-success behind me... I managed to get his shirt off. I went to the bathroom for a bowl and towel and gently cleaned my friend's torso from the sticky, alcoholic mess. I put a fresh t-shirt on his clean body and returned to the living room to clean up what Nat left on the floor. Next time, I'll make sure he doesn't drink too much and doesn't mess up the floors. I don't like such surprises.

By the way, speaking of surprises... It reminded me that tomorrow is a very important day for me. I hope the guys will make an effort.

After I finished giving our apartment a thorough cleaning, evening had set in. I still had trouble talking with the others. I made them a simple meal, thinking it would help get rid of their hangovers. I started to worry because P'Zee didn't pick up my calls at all, which had never happened before. Usually, even if he didn't answer immediately, he would call back soon after.

I couldn't sleep when there was no sign of life from him. Thousands of dark scenarios were running through my head. The fear that something might have happened to him was paralyzing me. For the first time in my life, Hia didn't come home. I know this because I stayed up all night waiting for the front door to open and for the object of my sighs to reappear before my eyes...

Hia, where are you hiding again, huh?
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