It was past 11:40 p.m. when you finally checked the time. The movie had been playing for a while, but the plot blurred into background noise as you realized Jungwon had fallen asleep almost immediately—his arm slung across your waist, his chest rising and falling in slow, steady rhythm against your back.

You didn’t want to wake him. He looked too peaceful like that—hair slightly messy, lips parted just a little, his body curled around you like you were the only thing anchoring him.

Still, you had to go.

Carefully, you started to slide out from under his arm, one small motion at a time. But the second you moved, his grip tightened instinctively. A soft groan left his throat, low and muffled.

“Mhm… don’t go…”