gloomy sunlight streamed weakly through the cracked blinds as you stirred awake. your head ached, heavy with the weight of restless sleep. the clock on the wall ticked louder than usual, filling the quiet of your small apartment. you sat up, rubbed your temples, and caught sight of your phone blinking on the nightstand — ten missed calls. unease settled in your chest as you reached for it, your fingers cold against the screen.

"finally, you’re up?" a voice came from the doorway — seungmin, leaning against the frame with crossed arms, worry written all over his face.