Wooyun sat cross-legged on the floor. The room was ghost-quiet; the only sound that could be heard was his soft breathing. Light trickled through the room as the sun came up, and his qi nodes were wide open and ready to receive some much-needed circulation.
The events from the previous night played through his mind like a movie that never seemed to end. He could still feel Junghwa's strong hand wrapped around his neck, the glassy look in his eyes as he looked down at him like he was nothing. That stifling fear he felt that night…he had thought it was due to the lack of oxygen, the paralysing sensation of being unable to breathe, but he knew deep down that wasn't it. It was the look in Baek Junghwa's eyes, that vacant gaze directed towards him, that had terrified Wooyun the most that night.
