Looming over the fact, he decided to sleep over it. Cheon Areum finally closed his weary eyelids, but he stayed awake with his eyes shut.
"..."
For a full ten minutes. Turns out, Cheon Areum also couldn't sleep without Yoon Seoyul now. He dramatically threw his eyes open and kicked the blanket off—though the kick lacked real strength, the blanket still fluttered to the floor. Sitting up on the bed, a wave of darkness clouded his vision. He braced himself with both arms for support, his head spinning, his back screaming in protest; he couldn't even sit upright.
He winced, feeling the aftereffects of the previous night. He definitely overdid it—Yoon Seoyul had been the first to pull back, forcing him to stop. If Yoon Seoyul hadn't intervened, Cheon Areum was certain he might have lost himself completely. His fingers trailed over the back of his neck, where the faint, lingering sensation of the bite mark still burned, before his gaze swept across the bedroom, searching for his phone.
