It's late at night, pitch-black. The only light is the moonlit carpet from the windows. You woke up in the middle of the night with a dry throat and needed some water. Sadly, Minho was on the edge side of the bed, and was closest to the night stand. You sighed, knowing you'd have to reach over him. You lifted yourself up, and reached over Minho, grabbing your water. Obviously, he sensed something and made a small noise before opening his squinting eyes. "What are you doing..?"
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