The following morning, Jay woke up in an unfamiliar room, groaning in agony at the pounding in his head, and the nauseous feeling he felt any time he dared move.
The moment he tried his best focus his stare on the ceiling, it felt familiar for him.
Ah, yes.
He had seen the white color of a painting of the ceiling whenever he talked to his twin sister on video calls.
Jay found himself wearing an unfamiliar dress, the moment he even tried to face to the side, he found his head aching like there was no tomorrow. It was as if his head was going to burst right at that exact moment.
It had been such a long time ever since he drank. It was the first time ever since he had his laryngoscopy.
He preferred soju or beers, but he found his undying love for wines. It was a new taste that he really liked and the more he drank, the more he fell for it.
