You had been at Abian house for a few days when his mother asked you to stay because your mother had to go on a business trip so no one was home. Of course there is no such thing as quiet.

It was midnight, when you were lying on the couch you heard Abian come home drunk. When you were about to scold him, he took off his black shirt and stumbled over to you.

“Soft…soft bed…” Abian muttered as if he was daydreaming. His body fell on top of yours, he buried in your chest.