“They’re going to kill you for that, you know.” He manages to say once he’s sobered up.

“What can I say?” Her shoulders lift in a shrug. “If you take a picture–”

“It’ll last longer.” The dark haired man finishes for her.

Sooyoung smirks. “Exactly.”

Kyuhyun looks around, noting that at some point during the night, Sooyoung has been able to turn off most of the lights, leaving a few open in case someone wakes up and decides to walk; an activity quite dangerous in the dark. “What time is it?”

She shows him her phone. 5:49 am.

“Oppa, don’t you have a hangover or something?”

“I can handle my alcohol well, thank you very much.” A beat passes. “Don’t you have a hangover?”

“I barely drank.” Her gaze falls on the half-full bottle of tequila on the coffee table. “Which reminds me…”

Kyuhyun arches an eyebrow, watching in amusement as she steps over the snoring bodies on the floor and grabs the bottle of alcohol. “Isn’t it a bit too early for that?”