My head is killing me, I need medicine, a dark room and maybe some sleep. I'll just end up working on music when I get home if I go now.

*He said honestly with a chuckle as he thanked the younger for breakfast.*

Would you mind if I hung around a little until my head stops feeling like its breaking apart?

*He asked as he looked over his phone. Thankfully his manager responded back and found that there had been no reports, accusations or anything otherwise of the incident. No one knew and he planned to keep it that way.*

Looks like no one caught wind of last night, we're in the clear.

*Die said as he looked back up to Seungho with a smile.*