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》14《 Only Need You

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▂▃▅▆▇ 14 - Only Need You  ▇▆▅▃▂

ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ ᕁ᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮᙮ᕁᕽᕽᕁ᙮ᕁ 

A throbbing pain began to pound the drumming skull of the red-haired young man as the haze of sleep slowly subsided. The thin-built musician's body, testifying to his lack of tolerance for alcohol, weighed heavily when his consciousness returned. His prickly eyelids fluttered as they acclimatized painfully to the unpleasant luminosity that seeped into the room and assaulted his vision.

Seized with nausea from his drunk the previous day, Gun was struggling to come to his senses. His blurry vision gave way to the familiar view,of his bedroom. His thoughts floated around him, unable to focus on anything. The world was swaying, giving him the sensation of sailing in a storm. His headache made him feel like the noises outside were ringing louder than usual, even with the windows closed.

Gun felt bad. He hardly wiped away his terrible hangover which left him weak and miserable. Lying pitifully in his bed struggling with his thoughts and emotions on the alert, he huffed deeply to try to relax. The heat assailed him unpleasantly. His stomach was protesting. His mouth was mushy. The awakening proved particularly difficult.

Yet, a strange serenity enveloped him. As if he were swimming in an ocean of cotton and carelessness. As if nothing could happen to him. That he was safe.

Soothing his confused spirits, a cool damp towel met his burning forehead and dispelled sleep while spreading a pleasant sensation. Forcing his eyes open, they met those of an ebony haired actor who was watching him with care and concern.

When he met his gaze, the young man gestures froze before a slight smile crept timidly on his lips. He wasn't wearing his clothes from the night before. The musician deduced that his younger friend had borrowed more comfortable clothes from him in his dressing room. He himself seemed dressed for the night but didn't remember changing. Everything remained vague and a little confused. The images of the day before mixed in his mind, alternating between dream and reality.

But he wasn't stupid. His memory was working well and he remembered perfectly what had happened in that room. Shame overwhelmed him for showing himself so pitiful. Annoyed, he closed his eyes to escape reality and licked his dry lips to moisten them.

"What time is it... ?" He stammered in a hoarse voice he hardly recognized. How much glass had he swallowed to be in this state...? Ah, what an example for the youngest.

But Mark didn't seem to mind such concerns. He smiles softly with affection.

"Almost ten o'clock, P '..." he announced in a low voice out of respect for the headache of his elder friend.

But the revelation alarmed the redhead who opened his eyes wide in panic. He wanted to straighten his head, but his body protested and nailed him to the bed with a crestfallen grimace.