It was past midnight. The house was dead quiet, that heavy kind of silence that comes when everyone's deep asleep. Only the hum of the fridge and a far-off car broke through.
Seo-jun blinked his eyes open, half stuck between sleep and waking. His throat felt dry. He reached out blindly for the glass of water on the side table — except… it wasn't there. He patted the table again, frowning a little. "Ah, come on," he mumbled, voice rough.
He rubbed his eyes, pushed the blanket off, and sat up, hair all messy and sticking up at the back. The floor felt cold under his feet. "Fine," he muttered to himself, dragging his body out of the room. His eyes were barely open as he made his way down the hall, yawning so hard his jaw popped.
The kitchen light was dim, only the small one over the sink left on. Seo-jun grabbed a glass and turned on the tap, letting the water run cool. But then, from the corner of his eye, he saw movement. The front door—slightly open.
