"It's already morning…"
Minjae barely remembered everything that had happened last night. The moment he laid down on his bed, everything went black. Unfortunately, his much-needed rest felt like it lasted only a few minutes before the alarm on his phone blasted obnoxiously.
'The fuck is this alarm ringing for?'
Groaning, Minjae slapped his hand over the screen, fumbling to turn it off. He was frustrated and slightly annoyed. His entire body was aching—his shoulders felt stiff, his legs wobbly, and his throat was still dry from all the shouting and lip-syncing.
Minjae stared at the ceiling for a moment, contemplating his life choices.
Did I really sign up for this willingly?
Yes, he did.
And so, without a choice, even if he felt as if he was dying, he stood up.
He looked at the time on his phone and sighed.
"Yeah, I really need to move now."