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Taehyung

Feeling excruciating pain in my skull that was similar to bullets piercing through my head, I tried hard and half opened my eyes.

'The ceiling looks familiar. Okay, I'm in my room.'

I held my head in my hands and tried to massage my aching head. I couldn't control my muscles as I wanted to, and I felt weak, limp and hazy. After an internal battle with my mind, I pushed my torso up and sat in bed with my eyes still closed.

But when my hands touched my thighs, my mind stopped for a while.

'Why am I naked? I probably jerked off last night after the alcohol.'

Chalking up the nudity to masturbation, I pulled up my underwear and jeans with my eyes still half closed. I slowly got up from the bed, dragging my sleepy feet to the bathroom and checking my reflection in the mirror.

'Puffy eyes, check. 
Swollen face, check. 
Messy bed head, check. 
Stinky morning breath, check.

I still look great.'

I used the bathroom, brushed my teeth and splashed cold water on my face. The cold water splashes made me more alert, but my head still throbbed and my mouth felt parched. I decided that a hangover drink and some breakfast would probably help my situation. After fixing my hair and adjusting my shirt, I stepped out of the bathroom.

But what I saw next made my brain explode. The headache multiplied many folds, and I almost lost all the balance on my feet.

"Amanda?" I muttered under my breath and began slowly advancing in the direction of the bed. Her lower body had not a stitch of clothing on, and my heart began pounding hard.

'Why is she sleeping here without her underwear?'

I gasped, and my eyes went as wide as possible when I saw that her T-shirt was lifted almost up to her chest. She was totally naked except for the T-shirt. Scanning her exposed parts, I gulped, trying to recall what happened last night.

'I woke up bottom naked and now she, too.
Did we do something? Shit!'

I looked around and found her panties and shorts thrown on the floor. She wouldn't probably wake up on her own any time soon, so I decided to wake her up. I spread a bed sheet over her to cover her up and gently shook her shoulder. My headache was killing me, my heart was pounding too fast, and my whole body felt weak.

After a few seconds, she squirmed lightly and furrowed her eyebrows, still unable to open her eyes.

"Mandy, wake up," I called her and sat at the edge of the bed, turning to look at her over my shoulders.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes with both hands and stretched her arms above her head and stretched her legs, too. Then she opened her big bright eyes while I was still sitting there looking at her. Her eyes landed on me.

"Morning, Taehyung!" She said in her hoarse morning voice and smiled cutely.

'Oh my God! What will happen when she looks inside the sheets?'

I smiled back uneasily, still unable to remember anything that happened after the eighth shot of the drinking battle with her last night.

It took only a few more seconds until her smile faltered, and she bolted upright on the bed. She lifted the sheet up and looked inside, and then her eyes rounded in horror.

"Why the hell am I naked?" She croaked, glaring at me.

I sat bewildered with the same question running through my mind.

"AND WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN MY ROOM?" She screamed.

"Excuse me?" I got up from the bed and stood facing her with my arms crossed under my chest. "I should ask you that," I scoffed accusingly.

"What?? This is my room." She pointed to the bags in the corner.

I looked around and realized she was right. It was her room indeed—one that she shared with Sooya.

'Then why the hell am I here?'

"How did I get here then? And whose toothbrush did I use just now?" I asked as confusion settled over us both.

Amanda held her head in both her hands and shook her head.

"I don't know..." she mumbled weakly and crawled out of bed with the sheet still hugging her lower body. She picked up her clothes from the floor and staggered into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I flopped on the bed not knowing what to do next. Realizing that I had my phone with me, I pulled it out from the back pocket of my jeans, and I was stupefied to see more than twenty missed calls from Jimin and Sooya. There were a few texts, too.

Jimin:
Taehyungie where are you?
Sent 10:10 pm

Jimin:
Reply! you moron
Sent 10:22 pm

Jimin:
We've been looking for you for an hour.
Sent 11:04 pm

Jimin:
Pick the call
Sent 11:11 pm

Jimin:
Is Amanda with you?
Sent 11:13 pm

I couldn't understand anything, and I was still clueless how I landed here in her room. My skull throbbed, and I kept massaging my eyes and cursing myself as I lay on the bed with my legs dangling down.

The bathroom door clicked open, causing me to sit up on the bed and turn my head in her direction. Amanda walked out with a bewildered look on her face. She was fully dressed now but her curls were messed up and sticking out in all possible directions, and her face was puffy. Yet, she looked undeniably attractive.

As she came closer, I stood up from the bed and fixed my eyes on her. She stood a few feet away from me and let out a long breath.

"Did we have sex last night?" Her voice was rather soft.

I shook my head.

"I can't remember anything that happened after the eighth shot I drank last night."

She sighed,
"I won the drinking battle, I remember that. And then we both walked out of that place. After that, I don't remember anything, too. But I just used the bathroom, and it felt really weird. Do you think we did something together?" The panic in her tone was evident.

I took a step closer to her and said,
"I don't know.. I really don't recollect anything," I said feeling rather ashamed of myself.

'What if I really did something to her?'

"Where's my phone?" She began searching the room, and I stood not knowing what to do next.

"What are you looking at? Search!" She commanded, and I nodded quickly and began looking among the sheets and at the coffee table in the room.

"I lost my phone, too?" She cried out and sat on the bed; her eyes were teary.

"What do you mean? Did you lose something else, too?" I asked in a totally confused state.

"Yes, idiot! My goddamned virginity!" Her tears fell now.

"WHAT? Did we really have sex?" My mouth hung open, and I almost passed out knowing that I lost my virginity, too, in a completely intoxicated state. So bad that I couldn't even remember what and how I did it.

She buried her face in her hands and sobbed. My forehead broke into a sweat, and I began thinking what to say or do next. Amanda was crying, and I could only think of comforting her at the moment.

I sat down beside her and placed my hand on her knee, my head about to explode from within.

"Hey... Mandy, look... we were fully drunk, and if it happened, it was because we were totally unaware of anything. Not that we intended to do it," I spoke calmly despite my pounding heart and my headache that was trying to get me in my grave.

She wiped her tears and looked at me.

"I don't know... my head hurts," she shook her head.

"My head hurts, too. Let's go out and have something to eat first," I suggested, and she agreed to it without protesting. I checked the time on my phone. It was 8:30 am.

'We can talk it out after breakfast.'

"You want me to call your phone from mine?" I asked her as she stood up and wore her sandals.

"Yeah. Do it," she said and pulled her hair into a messy top bun.

I called her phone and the call was answered after a few rings.

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"Jimin-ah?" I answered the call as I plopped down on my seat and waved to Mandy who was just leaving my room.

"Taehyungie, I've reserved two rooms for us. We'll be checking in on Saturday morning and checking out on Sunday evening. Sounds good?" He spoke, and I heard shuffling sounds and beeping noises of the printer in the background.

"Sounds great. Are you bringing the alcohol? Or shall I bring?" I knew fully well that he despised the expensive drinks that were offered in minuscule quantities at the resorts.

Jimin could handle a whole bottle of hard alcoholic drinks without stammering or passing out. But my wife was a pro when it came to drinking. She outdid him on many occasions, and, the first time we drank together, we ended up losing our virginity.

"I'll bring a couple of bottles. Sooya's dad gifted us a bottle of amazing imported vodka. I'll bring that and a few others that I have," he spoke excitedly.

"How do you know that the vodka is amazing? Did you taste it already?" I was curious.

"Just a guess, you see. Her dad can never give anything less than perfect," he chuckled, and I cringed at his corniness.

"Please end the call before I swear or throw up," I quickly ended the call.

My assistant, Dr. Sehun, soon joined me, and we went about checking on the post-operative patients in the recovery ward. We first went to check on little JiHye who was shifted from the CCU to the step down ICU. She had regained consciousness, but was still a bit drowsy from the dwindling effect of the mild tranquilizers that helped her sleep at night.

I stepped in after taking off my shoes and replacing them with a sterile foot cover, and sanitizing my hands while Sehun stayed outside. No matter how effortlessly I handled little kids on the operation table, it always hurt my heart to see them laying amongst a tangle of tubes and wires inside the cold ICU, away from the warmth of their mothers and far away from the comfort of their sweet smelling cribs or beds at home.

I went closer to little JiHye, who was now sleeping peacefully. Shifting my gaze to the monitor beside her bed, I noticed that her vitals were all stable and normal. I softly stroked her little head a few times. The duty nurse at the nurses’ station came up to me, and I gestured for her to take off the sheets covering the baby to check on the surgery wound.

She gently lowered the sheet, and I inspected the small surgical wound on the left side of the baby's abdomen. It was clean and healing well. Checking on the I.V. liquid levels, I gave out my instructions to the nurse and left once she was done noting it all down.

A few other little kids who had other kinds of surgeries done over the past few weeks were eagerly waiting for me in their rooms. After checking on each one of them and spending a few minutes with them, cuddling with the three-year-old girl who threatened to skip her medicines if I didn't cuddle with her, and even promising a few of them to get their medicines in chocolate flavor—I finally retired to my room, feeling completely satisfied and happy with where I was in life at the moment.

Back in my room, I checked my schedule for the rest of the day, and, much to my relief, it was entirely free. I decided to surprise my wife by picking up an outfit for her to wear on the day of the award ceremony.

She loved black, and her wardrobe of dresses was almost full of black dresses in an array of lengths and fabrics. As much as I wanted her to wear the color she loved, I also felt like I needed to see her in other seductive colors. Winding up for the day, I got up from my seat and, just as I was about to leave the room, there was a knock on the door.

Sighing to myself, I opened the door, and there was Dr. Moon.

"Oh, Dr. Moon. Please come in," I ushered him in, closing the door behind us.

"Dr. Kim, senior gynecologist Dr. Hana is getting engaged, and we're having a celebratory dinner to introduce the couple to our doctors. There is also a management level exchange, and the dinner party is on the 14th. I came to let you know that you are invited. Dr. Amanda will be invited separately," he informed me.

The news sounded like a much needed cold beer on a scorching summer's day. The vile vendetta Hana would finally be getting married and hopefully she would move away and out of the hospital, too.

"Sounds great," I failed to contain my excitement. "We will be there!" I bowed and shook his hand.

After a few more minutes of discussing the status of patients in the recovery ward, he left the room, and I left, too, making a note that I needed to buy two and not just one dress for my beautiful wife.

What's your favorite color? Mine is black.

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Published on : 09/30/2021