The night was quiet — the kind of quiet that hums softly in your ears. The room was dark except for a thin line of moonlight slipping through the curtains, brushing against the sheets.
Soo-yeon shifted under the blanket, wincing a little. His stomach felt heavy — rounder now, tighter. He sat up slowly, careful not to wake Joon-ho, but the mattress dipped, and a sleepy voice mumbled beside him.
"…what's wrong?"
Joon-ho blinked his eyes open, hair messy and sticking up. He pushed himself up on one elbow.
Soo-yeon whispered, "Nothing. Just… it's hard to stay comfortable. I think I'll walk a bit."
"I'll come with you," Joon-ho said immediately, rubbing his eyes.
"You can sleep," Soo-yeon said softly, smiling a little. "I'll be fine."
But Joon-ho was already out of bed, slipping on his slippers. "You say that, but you nearly fell last time. Come on."
He held out his hand. Soo-yeon hesitated, then took it, his fingers small and warm in Joon-ho's.
