He opened his eyes with a sharp pain in his head. He must've gotten drunk last night. When he pushed his blonde hair back, he realized that he wasn't in his own room. He frowned, had he passed out somewhere again? He heard regular breathing beside him and turned to look at who it might be. It was Jisung, his enemy whom he had always hated. A wry smile appeared on his face. He didn't remember what happened last night, but it seemed like something had definitely happened. Minho's muscular and tattooed body was completely naked under the thin blanket. He reached out to the nightstand to check the time on his phone.