Salin was sleeping on his stomach, blond hair sticking out in every direction. Jun-ho lay on his side, already awake but wanting to steal five more minutes next to the blond.
Then, the door opened.
Slowly. No noise, just that subtle click of the doorknob turning.
Jun-ho pretended to be asleep.
It was Naejin.
His pajamas were all wrinkled, and his face was way too serious for someone holding a teddy bear under his arm.
He walked up to the edge of the bed, stared at Jun-ho, then at Salin, then back at Jun-ho.
— Juno… wake up — he whispered, at the volume of someone who thinks they're being discreet, but was practically shouting.
Jun-ho fought back a laugh, and Salin didn't even stir.
Naejin wrinkled his nose and turned toward Salin's side.
— Sali! Wake up, it's daytime! — this time, without the slightest ceremony.
The blond let out a pained groan.
— Hmm… It's Saturday, Naejin…
— But the sun's out! And I'm hungry.
