Jihyo's exhausted, but she can't sleep, not while Dahyun is inches away, colorful hair a surprisingly well-blended addition to the moonlight hanging cold and keen over her features, all soft and angled and all too beautiful. She doesn't look anymore, and she doesn't touch either (because such a lovely image isn't hers anyway) but it's there. (Simply: Jihyo is pining and it kinda hurts, because she's far too responsible to be selfish)