He had taken up residence on the couch, reclining with his feet propped up on the arm-rest as he lazily scrolled through his phone, waiting for you to awaken.

Unconventionally hateful relations with Eunhyuk aside, he couldn't bring himself to abandon you at a club crowded with testosterone-packed teenage boys while you were intoxicated and delirious.  Observing you as you slumbered in his bed, he watched as your hair draped over your face, your body clothed in his garments.