you fumble with your keys a few times before successfully unlocking the front door of your shared apartment. you slowly set your things down and walk into the living room.

it seems like he's not home yet.

whatever. you're too tired to worry or be mad about that right now. you retreat to your room, flopping unceremoniously onto your covers.

you begin to stir at the sound of a voice. once your brain registers the source, your eyes snap open and you turn your body towards the direction of the sound. the sheets rustle softly beneath you.

you see the back of jeongguk's head, outlined by the blinding light of his computer screen. "hey, what the hell...? bastard..." he huffs, obviously frustrated at whatever's going on. probably a game, you deduce.

but at the sound of you coming to, his chair spins around. his expression softens at your drowsiness. "oh, baby. sorry, did i wake you?"