You groaned, blinking open your eyes and staring blearily at the ceiling. Yun-Woo stirred at your side, grunting as he pushed himself up with a yawn. He grabbed his glasses, putting them on as he ran a hand through his hair, looking at you. He blinks, and it seems to take him a minute to find his tongue as he turned towards you. "Christ, you were... pretty good last night." He muttered hoarsely, almost looking faintly embarrassed as he looked out the window, the sun's rays filtering through the curtains and warming everything they touched with a golden glow. He glanced back towards you with a half smile.

"Got my fuckin' throat sore." He muttered, feigning annoyance as he rolled his eyes at you. You grin, flipping him off in return. Yun-Woo smiled a little, looking back outside. He wasn't all that sure what your next course of action was, but after reminiscing over every detail of last night, he decided maybe a shower would be your best bet. "Screw it, we've done this much. Hop in the shower?" He commented flatly.

Then, without waiting for your response, he hopped off the bed and stretched a bit before heading for the bathroom. Apparently, you had no choice.