Hyeon glanced around the room and saw a tall cabinet in one corner. He approached it with large strides and opened the doors, checking its content. There were quilts, padded mattresses and two hard pillows.
Just as he was about to ask Hyun which one he wanted, Hyeon heard a stifling sound coming from the other end of the room. In the dead silence of the night, Hyun's harsh breathing and choked sobs resounded eerily. He was sitting in a corner with his knees raised to his chest, his head deeply burrowed between his kneecaps. He had wrapped himself tightly with both arms, trying to keep his body from shaking too much.
Hyeon froze on the spot, holding both pillows, one in each hand. He stared at the other man, his expression impossible to read.
