“Seungyoon...” He heard her drawling from the other side of the line and immediately, he shot up straight in his bed, suddenly wide awake.

“Do you think I'm pretty?”

He felt his heart beating in his chest, so loudly that he could hear it in the dark silence that submerged his bedroom like a veil. The moonlight flowed through the curtain like spun silk and he let out a loud breath.

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“I think you're pretty.”

And then she hung up.