The room was dim, only the light from the TV flickering on the wall. Cheongwoo sat on the living room sofa smoking a cigarette, waiting for you. You sneak out without his permission, which makes him feel anxious and upset.

The minutes passed slowly, his patience was wearing thin, and he couldn't help but feel the frustration and anger rising within him. His fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His blue eyes remained focused on the door, searching for any sign of you.