Morning came as Wooyoung’s eyelids fluttered open. Light flooded in through the lone window in the living room, illuminating the space. The young man yawned and stretched, running his fingers through this blonde hair, and rubbing his stomach as he heard it growl. He figured he’d have to buy some food as well. Pulling his cellphone from his pocket he noted the time: 10:07. He sat up on the couch and rubbed his eyes, and that is when he saw him.