His hands moved around, searching almost desperately for his glasses on the night table and its drawers. They were a mess. He emptied them, in a mere attempt to find his glasses. He can't believe it, he's lost them. He kept looking around, even if wasn't so useful, as his sight was kinda awful without glasses. His research wasn't very successful, which made him huff in frustration, makind his chest boil. It never happened ever since you two met. How could it be? How embarassing.

You, on the other hand, were lying down on the other side of the bed, sleeping. However, the sound of the sheets moving and his palpable frustration make you lazily open your eyes.

«What happened?» you groggily questioned, rubbing your eyes.

«I can't seem to find my glasses» he explained, cursing in Korean «You see them?»

You sat up, rubbing your eyes once again, and looking around.

«The last time you wore them was last night. Don't you remember where you left them?»

«They were on the night table, where I leave them every night. Did you move them or something?» he questioned, even if it sounded more like a demand. His voice was tinged with a mix of frustration, annoyance and a slight note of despair