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вЂњHyungseob convinced Jisung hyung that he was drinking alcohol and he fell to the clutches of the placebo effect and has a вЂhangoverвЂ™ and I donвЂ™t want to burst his bubble.вЂќДaniel snickers and regrets it when the throbbing of his head intensifies.

Composed a song about Sewoon on the spot. вЂњJaehwan took over the playlist and started playing sad Adele songs around one-вЂќ

вЂњFor starters, Gunhee disappeared at midnight and is probably in a holding cell or lost in the forest.вЂќ вЂњMan, you knocked out early as fuck then.вЂќ Taewoong leans against the entryway, arms crossed, and lips pursed in contemplation. Any casualties? I donвЂ™t remember anything past Jihoon breaking the beer pong table.вЂќ вЂњI feel like I just got thrown into a meat grinder but IвЂ™m good.

#IDK I WAS VERY BAD ZIP HOW TO#

ThereвЂ™s a percussion ensemble going on in his skull and he wonders how to shut it down. вЂњMвЂ™fine,вЂќ Daniel finally manages to grumble in response, pressing the heels of his hands to his forehead in muted agony. And when better to black out then at the start of a new quarter? ItвЂ™d be ideal not to forget everything that happened, but he supposes itвЂ™s possible. He supposes itвЂ™s okay to let loose every once in a while. If anything, DanielвЂ™s usually the responsible one out of their motley crew-always cleaning up after JaehwanвЂ™s drunken sob sessions and carrying Seongwoo up the stairs to their shared bedroom on his back (he considers it a part of back day). He canвЂ™t recall much about the night before, surprisingly enough, and heвЂ™s almost afraid to ask what happened. Truth be told, he isnвЂ™t sure if he can say heвЂ™s вЂgoodвЂ™ with confidence. вЂњYou good, dude? I thought you died last night or something after the thirty-thousandth shot Taehyun made you take.вЂќ вЂњMorning,вЂќ Taewoong greets, peeking into the living room and quickly assessing the situation (Daniel, crumpled on the floor, hungover beyond belief, but in one piece and without any visible damage or flesh wounds). Saturdays are for recovery and he tosses up a silent prayer out of gratitude for not landing in a pile of post-party vomit.

The entire day is probably going to be spent cleaning, finishing up last-minute assignments, dreading the near-end of the weekend, contemplating the worth of a bachelorвЂ™s degree and-Дaniel isnвЂ™t in any particular rush to get it started but with much futility, he drags himself off of the living room couch ( not his bed, he realizes after the fact-a bad sign considering he canвЂ™t remember a.) why heвЂ™s not in his bed and b.) how he got to the couch) and topples to the floor. вЂњI hate everyone,вЂќ says Gunhee, to no one in particular.) вЂњMaybe theyвЂ™re just practicing safe sex,вЂќ Jaehwan continues. вЂњMaybe theyвЂ™re using condoms to blow up balloons,вЂќ reasons Seongwoo, staring blankly at a mysterious stain on their living room wall. вЂњActually,вЂќ Jaehwan starts, вЂњyou probably donвЂ™t.вЂќ (вЂњI just want to know who is fucking and where and why,вЂќ Gunhee despairs every weekend without fail, clad in elbow-length rubber gloves and what might as well be a nuclear suit. The halls are silent, the entire home a desert wasteland littered with empty bottles, solo cups, the occasional upturned vase, and one too many condom wrappers in miscellaneous rooms for a family-friendly rating.

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