I woke up from the streaming sunlight from the window, my head pounding. I groggily sat up and rubbed my eyes. That's when I saw it.
My heart thudded. This isn't my room. Where am I? I checked my clothes. Oh thank God still intact. But how did I arrive here?
I rummaged my memory for any recollection of last night's rule-breaking, but I ended up frustrated.
"Oh to hell with it! I'll go check who sent me here."
I went outside the bedroom. And what I saw shocked me.
"Minho?" Minho was sleeping in the couch, half-naked with no blanket and no pillows. I slightly blushed. He has such yummy 6-pack.
Maybe he heard my footsteps, because he stirred. Afraid of being caught, I stepped back and pointed accusingly at him.
"You! What did you do to me?"
He was dumbfounded for a moment. "Uh, yo
