The attached bedroom was a haven of soft light and quiet, a world away from the chaos Taemin had been chasing. His head was a comforting weight on Juwon's lap, his breathing finally evened out into the deep, exhausted rhythms of sleep. Juwon watched him, his fingers gently carding through Taemin's hair, his heart aching with a protective fondness. He wondered what storm was raging in Taemin's life to leave him so utterly drained.
He sighed, a small, sad smile touching his lips as he watched the worry lines finally smooth from Taemin's sleeping face. For a moment, there was just peace.
It was shattered by the jarring, insistent ringtone of Taemin's phone.
Taemin jolted awake with a gasp, disoriented. He fumbled for the phone on the bedside table, his heart immediately starting to race again. Juwon's hand stilled in his hair.
"Yeah?" Taemin answered, his voice rough with sleep and instantly defensive.
