The phone rang at exactly 2:03 a.m. You groaned, turning in your bed and blindly reaching for your phone. No one sane called at this hour. Half-asleep and already annoyed, you answered without checking the name.

“Hello…?” your voice came out rough.

Silence.Then a familiar voice—low, cold, and unmistakable.

“…It’s me.”

Your eyes snapped open instantly.

“woojin?” you sat up, disbelief mixing with irritation. “Are you serious right now? Do you know what time it is?”

A quiet scoff came from the other side. “Obviously.”

You rolled your eyes, even though he couldn’t see you. “Then why are you calling me at 2 a.m.? Did hell freeze over or something?” Another pause.

That was strange.

woojin wasn’t the type to hesitate. He was always sharp, always ready with something rude or cutting. But now… he sounded off.

“…I didn’t know who else to call.”