Yeon Yujun sleeps for three hours and wakes up to Pouch sitting on his chest staring at him with an expression that communicates, wordlessly, that it is aware of everything that happened last night and has formed opinions about all of it.
"Pouch, don't..." Yeon Yujun said.
"Pupu~" Pouch giggles, in a tone that suggested it was going to anyway.
He lay there for a moment, the ceiling familiar above him, the light coming through the curtain at the particular low angle of early morning.
'It never got this far before.'
He'd been turning that sentence over since he fell asleep and it was still doing the same thing — sitting at the edge of understanding, not quite resolvable, not quite dismissible.
He decided to got up from bed.
***
Lee Seolji was in the kitchen when he came downstairs, already dressed for the café, eating toast over the sink with the efficiency of someone on a schedule. She looked up when he appeared.
"You look terrible, oppa," she said.
"Three hours of sleep."
