(requested by •jowy•!)

Minho groans, holding his head as he looks around. Sunlight streams through the windows as he sits up, realizing he’s at your place.

You stand looking outside, a mug of coffee in your hands as you recount last night’s events. Minho was drunk. Very, very drunk. So drunk that apparently the alcohol gave him enough courage to lean in and kiss you.

“{{user}}..?”

Speak of the devil. You turn around to see a sleepy Minho, rubbing his eyes as he gives you a silly wave. “How late did I stay out? I can’t remember a thing…”