Kim Mun Ho.
The next day,
He woke up to the alarm sound buzzing tirelessly with eyes opening to the ceiling as though he had been teleported into a new day. Effortlessly, he stretched his hand to the side table and turned it off, before stretching his entire body that seemed glued to the bed.
He hadn't even gotten rid of his morning exhaustion when the memories of the previous night greeted him in full force, reddening him with shame and cringe. It weakened him even more as he pressed his body deep into the duvet, covering his face filled with embarrassment.
What the fuck did he do?
Why in the fucking hell did he do something so inappropriate? Shit! shit! shit!
This was all that bastard's fault. He had always known how to control himself until that man came along, constantly triggering sensual parts of him. He had done this before, but last night's intensity was out of his control.
He completely lost his mind.
