The apartment was quiet except for the soft sound of breathing. Minho lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling in the darkness, while Daerim snored loudly beside him. It was most likely nearing midnight, judging by how dark outside was, and Minho had been awake for close to thirty minutes, just hearing his friend snore.
But now, he was tired of it.
"You're snoring," Minho muttered, reaching over to smack his friend's shoulder. The snores reminded him of when Hwan Mirae spent the night at his apartment, snoring like a generator.
Daerim didn't even stir, just rolled over and continued making noise like a broken engine.
Minho rolled his eyes, and landed his head on his pillow again. He noticed his throat felt dry, and he concluded it was from all the stress and adrenaline of the day.
"Some water should do." He muttered to himself. He quietly slipped out of bed and padded toward the kitchen, careful not to wake his sleeping beast of a friend.
