Hoe Jun's planning a good night's sleep, but finds Daewon on his bed instead.

the thing about empty parking lots is that they're all the same no matter where you are. faded parking signs and white lines dragged to murky grey. the pieces of green glass left in shards small enough to stick in the bottom of your shoes. it never changes. but that was alright. heojun wouldn't know what to do if anything felt out of order.