Jonghyun wanders into the living room at a quarter past midnight, rubbing at his eyes and yawning. His eyes take several seconds to adjust to the low lamplight in the room and he blinks hard a few times before focusing on the girl sitting on the floor in front of the small coffee table. He quirks his lips a little, sighing softly at the sight that greets him once he can see properly. Eunsook is sitting in a way that closely resembles the fetal position, Jonghyun's hoodie and sweats practically swallowing her smaller form. He takes note of the way her hair falls messily over her shoulder, the blue ribbon looking like it's going to slip out any second. He tilts his head a bit, catching a better glimpse of her face, and she's not crying yet—a very good sign.