#WritcoStoryPrompt43
The scandal could ring the death of his career. The naked woman in his bed lay with unseeing eyes staring at him. He stood over her with a knife in his hand and no memory of who she was or why he had killed her...

Fear.
Like never before.

That was he felt as he drove out of the hotel. His hands shook and he tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when he exited the hotel's premises without police officers swarming from all directions demanding for his head.

What am I gonna do?

He recently rose to fame when his character in a recent drama series received public acknowledgement. Due to sudden shot to stardom, he received several huge endorsements and deals. His co-star and the main character in the series had thrown a huge banquet, to celebrate their drama's success in the box office.

That was the reason he was in the hotel. And now...
There had been many toasts and games and soon enough he was drunk. All he remembers was excusing himself from the celebrations and heading to his pre-booked room. And now this.

Forget his career, if he was caught his freedom and possibly life will be forfeited.


The sun was still barely out when he stopped a few houses before his manager's home. When he reached the door he pressed the doorbell. He glanced behind him in paranoia and repeatedly pressed the bell.


"what the fu...oh Jin it's you" A woman in her early twenties with messy bed hair opened the door


"I need your help...am in a big crisis"

her eyes flew open "what? what happened?"


"can..can I err come in...please"

"emm sure...come on in"



He sat cross-legged on the small sofa

"tea? coffee?"

"n..no thanks"

"kay...