Saeran didn't know what he felt. Not anymore.

He's not sure he knows what true happiness is, not anymore. But... he couldn't be too sad. Could he? No, he couldn't possibly be. He was still with his love. And Saeyoung was away from father. Even if that meant Saeran had to take that place... He should be happy. He thinks.

Saeran stares at himself in the vanity mirror. His eyes are droopy. He's been so very tired these past three months. Gentle hands are styling his hair.