"Hey, we're here." You heard a faint hum of a voice, your vision blurry.

"Hey. Wake up." This time, the voice sounded tired, sighing softly and ruffling through your hair a little.

"Wake up, idiot." You finally opened your eyes completely, seeing Minho. He seemed tired and sore, but he was determined to get you up and get to dancing. It was 4 AM for fucks sake, but you let him convince you to come practice for the new comeback. And you had to keep your word, right? You promised.