Once Minjun opened his heavy eyes, what he saw was nothing but blurry images, so blurry that he couldn’t make out what it was in front of him. Was it the ceiling? He rolled his eyes to take in his surroundings. Where was he? Minjun didn’t remember ever visiting this… room. He was sure his own bedroom was never designed like this, too prim, too business-like, more strikingly too clean to be his own room.
The throat felt too dry, he needed water.
It was obvious that he was lying down, just waking up from a deep sleep, but why did this body feel so heavy? He felt too tired to even move his head. No, forget moving his head, even twitching the tip of fingers were taking him a lot of energy!
What happened? Had he been drugged? Oh, Minjun really needed someone to explain, but even after moving
