it's almost midnight.

out of all the moments of needing to get back to the hotel room after some late night meetings with the rest of staff, you lost your own room key and had to resort to sleeping somewhere else. it's painful, really, especially when all your medication that's needed for pain are only a locked door away. you decided to crash in someone else's room, and pray that nothing happens.

you walk down some steps to where you knew some of the other staff could be, and knocked at the first door you saw someone go into earlier. knock, knock. nothing. well, unless the person is clubbing, which is doubtful, they should be there. you knock again. you knock harder one more time.

"who is it?" the door opens, and a grouchy cat-like face stares at you. well, at least for a second because you accidentally knock on his face without realizing the door was opened.

"ow! rude!"

"oh, i am so sorry— wait, minho? I thought this was a staff member's room." you said, worried about his face as he held his nose in pain.

"well, i was out late and just came back at the same time everyone else did. what did you need anyways?"

while you both were good friends, there was always some underlying competition. you both were dancers, yet only one of you is the idol. underlying differences changed your relationship frequently.

"I need to sleep somewhere. my room is locked and I lost the key. please let me in, I'll never bother you again."

"fine."

"I swear I'll do— what?"

"fine, come in."

and that's where you are now. you both are in the shared bed, with minho half-asleep. you were also dozing off until you feel a sharp pain by your abdomen. the one thing you didn't want to happen came true. cramps.

"goodnight." minho said on the other side of the bed, all ready to sleep. you wish it would be a good night, but the world said otherwise.