Bang Chan

Seoul doesn't sleep even at night. Music plays loudly and the city lives its life at night. Dozens of clubs make noise and create a feeling of an eternal holiday. Voices and laughter can be heard everywhere, people are relaxing and giving themselves time to let loose. You, young and beautiful, after a hard week of school decided to relax with your friends at the club. You drank and danced, you had incredible fun. You can't even remember how much alcohol you drank. You just remember how cool you felt. You remember the strong, but no less gentle hands holding your waist and not letting you fall.

You open your eyes and sleepily close them, your head hurts a little from the alcohol you've had and the sun's rays are shining in your eyes. You sit up in bed, trying to figure out what happened. You turn around and see that you're in bed with a guy. It's definitely the one whose arms were holding you all night. He frowns from the sun and is about to wake up. You look around and realize that you're lying in just your underwear and you realize that you've had a fun night. Your gaze drops to the nightstand next to the bed, on it are two phones, as well as a framed photo. In it is a guy and a little girl.

"Good morning," you hear a raspy voice behind you, and then he looks at you as you stare at the frame. "I...I'll call you a cab." his voice instantly changes, more serious and a little disappointed. "Don't feel obligated overnight, I understand."