"Mn...."
Frowning even in his sleep, he shifted on the bed slightly, blocked someone on the back side to completely turn and lay on his back. Unable to sleep anymore due to the heavy, roiling nausea in his stomach—only growing worse, crawling up his throat until it was unbearable—he opened his eyes. Rian was asleep right in front of him, curled close, soft breaths brushing against Cheon Areum's arm. One of Rian's hands was wrapped around him, fingers lax but still in a secure grip even in sleep. Behind him, unmistakably warm and solid, was Yoon Seoyul—close enough that Cheon Areum could feel every slow rise and fall of his breathing against his back. Cheon Areum clenched his jaw, then abruptly wrenched himself free, carefully prying Rian's hand off his arm before either of them could wake. He swung his legs off the bed and bolted. He barely made it to the bathroom before hunching over the sink, clutching the edge of the countertop as he gagged violently.
