❝𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝❞ ℳ𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃

3

The radiant rays of light falling through the close curtains brightening the environment along with the features of the sleeping boys.

Chan was the first to react for the impact of sunlight. Shifting in his bed he opened his eyes. And as soon as he did he was met with the beautiful sight of Minho sleeping. The cute visible pout is just too kissable but Chan didn't wanted to take advantage of the sleeping boy so he got up slowly trying not to wake up the other.

He went to the bathroom to do his daily routine.

Thinking back on last night Chan, for some reason didn't regret about what happen and a strange spark of unknown happiness lingered through his emotions bringing smile to his face.

He came out of the room to see Minho who was still sound asleep.
Caressing the sleepy boy's face softly and then he made his way towards downstairs.

He thought to make breakfast for both of them as there's no maids in the house. This house is Chan's own house and he doesn't like to have maids as he prefers doing his work on his own. So eventually he learned to cook too.

He scrambled some eggs and started making bread toast for Minho and himself.
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The bed is too comfortable and warm to sleep a little longer but still Minho's body had different plans when it starting hurting.

He groaned while opening his eyes. Honestly it was hard to open his eyes which were already droopy. And he is trying to wake himself up as the previous night's memories are working on consuming his brain.

With a frozen state as if he was a bull in headlights. The pain shoots up his lower body making him realize what happened is just the truth not a dream. It just how the reality punches him right in the face as the whole incident of last night crashed upon him.

Gasping loudly he got up. He got drunk but he wasn't planning to end up with a stranger.

Worse! in his bed

With redness peeking from his face all he planned was to escape and hope the person whoever he had the nightstand with doesn't stand right Infront of him folding hands.

He got up hurriedly, collecting his clothes and dressing up as he was totally naked under the sheets. He was thankful that the person he had a night stand with was not around.

Minho doesn't even remember the name or the face of the owner of the house from the memories as everything is foggy. Blame it on the alcohol. At least Minho didn't forget what exactly happened last night. He just remembers all the soft touches.

Lifting him up from the bed he tried to leave the bedroom with the mind flowing with ways to get out of the place.

Tip toeing through the stairs he found outside the room he walked to the downstairs.

He sighed a he noticed there's no presence in the massive living room. "Trying to escape?".

Minho flinched at the words as he looked to his right where the kitchen is. A man in his mid twenties stood near the counter with crossed hands.

Honestly, the man was good looking and Minho assumed that he spent the night with the latter and if it's him then Minho wouldn't feel that bad though.

Chan, the man who stood near the kitchen counter looked at Minho suspiciously and started making steps towards the boy who's frozen near the staircase.

"I-I'm s-so-sorry I was o-out of my m-ind last night I had no idea what I was doing so I'm r-really sorry" Minho's spoke in one breath his words stuttering as he spoke. "I w-wouldn't blame you for what happened I'll just take my leave" Minho added taking deep breaths in order to make his voice more stable.