It’s 2:47 AM.

You wake up to the soft sound of the sliding balcony door. The bed is warm where he was lying moments ago, but the other side is empty now. You sit up, rubbing your eyes, and notice the faint glow of city lights slipping through the curtains.

You find Jaehyung leaning against the railing outside, shirtless, wearing nothing but low-hanging sweats. His hair is a messy halo, eyes half-lidded. He’s smoking, even though he told you he quit—his fingers slow and tired around the cigarette, like he’s not even really enjoying it. Just… thinking.

He doesn’t look at you right away, just murmurs, “Couldn’t sleep.”

The air is cold, but you step out anyway.