“Just the nine of us? And we did it here?” I asked, still confused as to what the heck went on last night.
Tiffany innocently nodded, “Yes, Oppa. The nine of us, and here in your bedroom. It was such an after party, I really enjoyed it,” and then crept closer to me, “Waeyo? Something wrong?”
I cocked my head to the side, mentally racking my brains as to what was going on. If Tiffany was telling the truth, then what the heck did I experience last night? Why was I remembering a totally different thing?
It wasn’t until Tiffany finally put two and two together, “Oh you mean the ‘first’ after party?”
“What ‘first’ after party?” I was totally blown out of my mind on the implications of what she said.
“You really don’t remember, do you?” she wickedly smiled at me.