"Oppa? How long do you want to be there?"
Suho raised his head, which felt heavy, and his neck really hurt. He blinked a few times before frowning to see who was in front of him now, but Suho said nothing.
Hyemi—the woman—was standing in front of him and drinking milk from a glass that was so familiar in Suho's eyes. The man looked around and the house looked clean and tidy, as it always was when Hyemi was still around. The vase, Suho glued to see it, was still intact in its original place, even though yesterday it was broken into pieces for some reason.
It's a dream. Suho believed in his heart.
"Oppa?" Hyemi smiled as she stroked her cheek. They were so close.
