The Reason? - Yoon Jeonghan

Chapter 40

Ophely had never really been hungover before, it wasn't something she would have done with her friends in high school even though some of her classmates more than indulged in alcohol during parties. However, she was glad that she had gotten that out of the way with people that she trusted (not all, but it had gone well). After taking the painkillers Jeonghan had left beside her bed that morning, Ophely had started feeling better after some time. She got up and left the bedroom for the bathroom. Though halfway through her shower she realised that she had forgotten to bring in her clothes. But then again it wasn't worse than the pain in her body and the ache of her muscles.

She went back to the bedroom to find it empty; She had to look at her phone to see what time it was. Ophely grumbled to herself tiredly as she dressed in some of the clean clothes they had yet to pack up.

"Good morning." She heard one of the boys say to her when she entered the kitchen, dragging her feet and messing up with her hair.

"Good day though." It was true, it was past noon.

Though she was up, Ophley was not hungry, so she just laid herself down on the kitchen island as the boys bustled around her, not all present as some had left for the company and some had decided to stay and rest a bit more. She let herself rest there in silence, ready to fall back asleep. She was gently lulling into one when she was woken up by hands in her hair.

The person fiddled with her hair, left for a second and came back brushing the tangled and wet locks into a neat head. Ophely didn't need to turn around to know who it was. The only one of the boys that would willingly come to her and help her had always been one person. Jeonghan.

"Thanks," She mumbled into her arms. Ready to go back to sleep with his gentle hands massaging her scalp, actually doing her hair up, but the feeling was the same. "How come you are not tired?"

"I didn't drink as much as you are some of the boys." He braided the curly locks together, "And I am used to getting up early." Well, Ophely could argue with that. It really depended on his mood, and how well his sleep had been. She pursed her lips, hearing another boy laugh in front of her. She opened one eye to see Wonwoo sliding her a bowl at the same time.

"What's that?" She asked Wonwoo, unsure of what he had made for her, seeing that none of the other boys had anything in front of them. "Thanks though." Ophely brought the bowl closer to her, inspecting the drink in it.

"Haejang-guk."

"Ah." She didn't really need any help understanding the name of the soup. It was literal. For her hangover.

As she drank the soup, Ophely's hair was still gently being tucked into a braid, Jeonghan slowly pulling out the random knots that she hadn't taken care of beforehand. His fingers were soft as they sifted through the strands, delicately pulling them together. "You're no angel." She mumbled, slowly drinking the soup Wonwoo had made for her. And some of the boys. Jeonghan hummed in response, huffing at the thought. Ophely had said the very opposite the night, she was rectifying her statement. "You're the devil in disguise."

"Why so?" He asked, already knowing what he had done wrong. He tied the end of her hair together, leaning back to see the overall picture.

"You know why." He took out a hairpin that he had found in his belonging while packing that week.

"I'm not sure I know what you are talking about." That sly smile was back on his face, which Ophely saw when she turned around to glare at him. He attached back some falling strands around her face with the clip. She continued glaring at him, huffing and turning back to finish her soup.