(From now on, whenever Mo Yang's part of the soul takes over, I will refer to Kim Jihun as Mo Yang to make it more apparent.)
Mo Yang woke up with a groan. His body felt like a truck had rolled over him with all of its 8 wheels.
The halogen lamp of his cabin greeted him, and Mo Yang grimaced. The hard bed dug into his spine, and with effort, he rolled over to his side-
"Mo Yang?" Eyes as red as blood blinked at him, the familiar head of cascading silver hair so close, Mo Yang could smell the subtle sweetness of peaches blossom from the other man. "How are you feeling?"
"TzuYun?" Mo Yang rubbed at his temples, wincing as his head throbbed with something mean. His constricting suit was gone, and in their place was a white T-shirt, gray sweatpants - headache.
"You should rest-"
"He is giving me a headache," Mo Yang groaned, rubbing his eyes roughly with his palms before he blinked up at TzuYun. The beauty grimaced.
