Chapter 1
My head is booming. Fuck, it feels like someone is smashing it, until nothing is left over. I really should stop drinking more than I can handle. Because I always end up in situations I don't want to be in. As I turn to the left side, I discover, that I'm currently in a situation I don't want to be in. A man is laying next to me. And he's naked. I guess. Because the sheets hangs on his hips and I can see his muscular back. There's a urge to touch him and I don't know where this urge is coming from.
The guy turns around and I...I freeze. I think I literally stopped to live. My breath isn't going. My heart isn't beating. I want to move. Jeez, I want to jump out of this bed and run away as far as I can. But I can't. My legs don't obey me. My whole body don't obey me. Like it isn't really mine. I think I have a panic attack but I'm not quite sure. Is it normal that you don't breathe for like one minute and when you start again, your breath is going way too fast? Is it normal that you start sweating and your heartbeat goes faster than the heartbeat of Usain bolt after he runs a marathon? Because if not, then I probably have a little problem right now.
I can feel how slowly life comes back into my body. I stand up as carefully and quiet as I can. I don't want to wake him up. Strictly speaking I just want to leave. Immediately. I pick up my clothes and put them on. I try to be quiet as a mouse, which works pretty good. Pretty good, until I bump against something. A lamp, I guess. It's dark so I can't really tell what it is. What I can tell for sure is, that this thing is loud as fuck as it falls down on the floor. I flinch. And then I run out of the room. Out of this apartment. Out of this situation. I don't look behind me. I'm afraid, that he's following me. And I don't want to see him again. Ever.
After a few meters, which feels like 5000, I stop running. My heart beats fast against my chest. My body hurts. My breath is irregular. I believe I'm still panicking. But I can't blame me. In fact, nobody can. I mean who wouldn't panic, after you figured out, that you had sex with Kim Taehyung?
The guy turns around and I...I freeze. I think I literally stopped to live. My breath isn't going. My heart isn't beating. I want to move. Jeez, I want to jump out of this bed and run away as far as I can. But I can't. My legs don't obey me. My whole body don't obey me. Like it isn't really mine. I think I have a panic attack but I'm not quite sure. Is it normal that you don't breathe for like one minute and when you start again, your breath is going way too fast? Is it normal that you start sweating and your heartbeat goes faster than the heartbeat of Usain bolt after he runs a marathon? Because if not, then I probably have a little problem right now.
I can feel how slowly life comes back into my body. I stand up as carefully and quiet as I can. I don't want to wake him up. Strictly speaking I just want to leave. Immediately. I pick up my clothes and put them on. I try to be quiet as a mouse, which works pretty good. Pretty good, until I bump against something. A lamp, I guess. It's dark so I can't really tell what it is. What I can tell for sure is, that this thing is loud as fuck as it falls down on the floor. I flinch. And then I run out of the room. Out of this apartment. Out of this situation. I don't look behind me. I'm afraid, that he's following me. And I don't want to see him again. Ever.
After a few meters, which feels like 5000, I stop running. My heart beats fast against my chest. My body hurts. My breath is irregular. I believe I'm still panicking. But I can't blame me. In fact, nobody can. I mean who wouldn't panic, after you figured out, that you had sex with Kim Taehyung?
