Ten minutes later, they were done filling their stomachs. They had eaten, not much just bread, dried meat, and water. But it was enough.
Enough to steady their hands.
Enough to clear their heads.
Enough to remind their bodies that they were still alive.
Hajun leaned back in his chair while patting his stomach with both hands, burping.
"I'm so full," he announced. "I can't move."
Suho glared at him from across the room at Hajun for acting like this medical wing was their place. "We have ten minutes."
"I know." Hajun nodded knowingly. "That's why I'm conserving energy."
"By digesting?"
"By resting."
Suho stared at him.
Hajun smiled.
Suho was about to respond when—
Thud. Thud.
Two knocks.
The sound cut through the silence like a blade.
Both of them froze.
The door creaked open slowly. A figure stepped inside.
Tall. Broad-shouldered.
The golden hair that were visible behind a veil of leaves. His sharp eyes that seemed to see through everything.
