Minho was sprawled across his bed, snoring softly when something soft smacked him in the face. He jolted awake, blinking in confusion as he registered the pillow that had apparently been hurled at his head.
"Who—why—what?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
Dasom stood by the window, looking entirely too alert for someone who lived in the same apartment as him. She chuckled at his disheveled state.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty. You need to wake up. It's past 10 AM."
Minho groaned, rolling over to bury his face back in his pillow. "Come on, Dasom. Yesterday was exhausting. Back-to-back classes."
The mention of yesterday brought back memories he had been trying not to think about. His bodyguard Jiwon had barely uttered a word to him since Thursday, just hovering in the background like a silent shadow.
