“Good night, unnie,” There was fatigue in her voice, a little impatient but still loving. 

It was too easy for Chorong to notice the tired tone in Bomi’s voice, but she couldn’t quite make out what was at fault.

It was probably from work anyways, with Bomi’s recent promotion and the replacement of a new boss. Chorong knew that new changes can always be daring, but the two had promised each other that they wouldn’t bring any talk of work back home, to avoid any unnecessary conflict. Home was their own little haven, someplace to escape from the annoyingly demanding world outside, someplace to escape from all the ty people they had to deal with every day. This was for them. 

Still, it was in her nature to worry, and Chorong would swear by her bones to protect Bomi from harm.

She tried to shake it off, when Bomi interrupted her thoughts with a soft breath.

“Sweet dreams.”

But she could still hear the warmth in Bbom’s voice, the same temperature as the fingers between her own.

And that was all she ever really needed, so Chorong just squeezed Bomi’s hand with hers, hoping the younger girl could hear the silent I love you, and closed her eyes.

She waited, wondering if it wasn’t loud enough for Bomi to hear.

Then she felt those thin lips touch the small of her forehead, ever so gently, and Chorong gave a small smile.

Bomi always heard.