That night after dinner, Shin disappeared on them. With a book in his hand and a scowl on his face, he went to the only place where no one knew to find him, the rooftop. Well, no one except Jun-Ho.
Ten minutes after he vanished from the house, Shin was sitting on top of the tiles with his knees bent to his chest. His brain was growing tired from overthinking and he hoped the silence of the night and the cool air might help him calm down. He pressed his elbows against the knees and propped his head on his palms. It was a comfortable position and he found himself quietly gazing into the distance, a lost look on his face. His mind on the other hand, was anything but peaceful.
'What the hell happened back there? I hesitated and it has never happened before, so why now?' He wondered silently, as the scenes from earlier rushed to his mind.
