*Myung blinked awake behind the steering wheel with a dull yet familiar ache in his skull. For a moment, he could've convinced himself he was home and had just fallen asleep in his car to get away from everyone. But then reality sunk in. This was not his car, and he wasn't home.
*Sang groaned weakly at the sound, stirring slightly on the couch he'd wound up on. His head throbbed in retaliation, begging him to stay down. But when Suri called out to Trenton a second time with more concern in her already anxious voice, he knew he couldn't exactly ignore it.
*Twisting around in the doctor's arms, he hid his face in the man's chest. Somehow even after everything they did the night before, he still hadn't taken off Trenton's shirt. At this point it felt more like a trophy than pajamas.
Sang: Trent... *Lazily rubbing up against the man to wake him up, he let out another pained sigh. He'd never had a hangover this bad before. It almost made his eyes water beneath their tightened lids. Wake up...Suri...door...
Seok: Hm? *He opened one eye to look up at the brunet curiously, having been only pretending to be asleep for quite some time. In reality, he was working on a tan. Ah, did you miss me~?
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