Woohyun pats your hair and gives you a silly eye-smile. You smile back and then he goes outside to help Sungkyu bring in his luggage. You go upstairs to your room to unpack your suitcase. The wooden staircase is narrow, and so is the hallway, but the rooms are spacious enough. You look at the room. It's very nice. You look at the polished wooden floor and see a large fuzzy orange rug on the floor and then your suitcase beside it. You extend the suitcase handle and then wheel it over to the closet. You open the double sliding mirror doors and are surprised.

Woohyun's clothes are hanging on the hangers. There aren't many, but it was only a weekend stay. His now empty suitcase and shoes are on the floor and his pants hanging as well in a folded way. You are confused. Why would Woohyun's clothes be here? You turn back around and analyze the room. One window with a balcony to your right, one rug on the floor, two nightstands, a mirror hanging on the door a light shining in the center, a lamp in the corner next to a chair. And one bed.

One bed. If Woohyun's clothes were here, was this his room? But, your suitcase was in it. He had wanted you to unpack here. You sigh and then turn back to the closet. Whatever. You were wasting time contemplating on this. You and Woohyun would figure it out later.

You start unpacking your clothes. You decide to keep your under garments in your suitcase, since your boyfriend was apparently using the same closet, and then hang your shirts. As your arms are lifted to hang your shirt on the high rack, strong, muscular arms encircle your waist. You feel a