WAKING UP WITH woman in his arms wasn’t exactly new to Son Dong Woon. He had been so used to having throngs of women on his tail 24/7 that having casual, no strings attached ual rendezvous with numerous faceless women had been a normal thing to him.

But this time was different. This time, she wasn’t just some random girl he met at club. And she was fully clothed.

He had never slept with anyone without having to do it before. Thus, this had been an entirely unfamiliar territory to him. But for some reason, he didn’t mind. Hell, there was always a first to everything. And besides, the woman snuggled up to him was Nicole. And sleeping next to her had definitely felt way better than having meaningless with strangers.

His face broke into the widest grin he has ever had in weeks and he pulled her closer to him, burying his face in her soft, silky hair and inhaling her immaculate scent. He heaved a long, blissful sigh. Screw all those cf filmings and magazine photoshoots; he could stay like this forever.

“Did he sleep with a hanger stuck in his mouth? Look at that smirk!”

“Damn! Too much sweetness, I think I’m gonna throw up.”

Yes, he’s sleeping next to the hottest woman ever to walk the face of the earth. Take that, ers. He thought, a triumphant smirk plastered across his features. Now where the hell did those voices come from? He must be dreaming.

“Shhhh! Will you shut your mouth? You’re gonna wake them up!”

His ears perked up at the sound of a rather familiar voice.

“Geez Nana, isn’t that the whole point? To drag their lovesick asses off the bed?” Another voice chimed in.

Suddenly, realization struck him like thunder and his eyelids flew open, finding his five best friends and his sister gaping at him like he’d grown an extra head.

“Jesus Christ! What the are you doing?!” He sputtered furiously. He felt Nicole squirm beside him and heard a tiny gasp escape her lips.

“Woaaahh, chill man. We’re just paying you a visit.” Kibum said matter-of-factly while the others nodded in unison.

 “A ing visit at what? -” He peered at the clock on his bedside table. “-ing 5:30 in the morning? Well that’s just faningtastic. Now get the hell out of my room!”

Oh he wa