She pulled back the covers, lay down on the bed, and Kim Joohyun couldn't help but revisit the night's nightmarish experiences in her mind, yet gradually, for some reason, what ended up filling her thoughts was the Eastern man outside.
From time to time, she glanced towards the tightly closed door, feeling nervous, but also with an emotion she herself couldn't describe.
She tossed and turned, her mind racing with uncontrollable thoughts, her pale face slowly turning into a delicate flush, and unknowingly, she drifted off to sleep.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
Kim Joohyun was awakened by a series of knocks.
Despite the disturbing night she had, strangely enough, she did not have any nightmares.
"Breakfast is here."
A call from outside the door, unusually gentle in this context, reached her ears.
"Okay, I got it."
Kim Joohyun quickly responded and sat up.
Looking around.
It was obvious.
The other party had stayed in the living room all night.
