Seung-joon's eyes fluttered open, drawing him from the depths of sleep. A rare sense of peace washed over him, his body lighter than before. The relentless ache that had once consumed him had dulled, a sign that he was healing.
With his eyes still closed, he listened.
Soft whispers filled the quiet room, fragments of a conversation just beyond his grasp. The hushed tones carried an air of urgency, but he couldn't quite make out the words.
Curiosity stirred within him.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and turned his head—
That's when he saw them.
Tae-min and Tae-jon sat huddled in the corner, their faces lined with exhaustion and worry. Shadows of sleepless nights clung to their features as they spoke in low, serious tones.
"Hyung...," Seung-joon's soft voice brought them back to reality. They rushed to his side, and their faces lit up when they saw Seung-joon awake.
