“Hello?” Eunha’s voice echoed around the entrance of the dorm. Hearing no response, she hesitantly bent over and pulled at the back of her shoe, wrenching the footwear off in a matter of seconds and followed the motion on her other foot. She clapped her hands together and squeezed her eyes shut. “Excuse me,” she muttered.

Normally, the dorm would be loud and full of laughter noise but due to other members schedule the dorm is full of silence.

She should be at the basement practicing for the choreography or practicing her vocals but the need to see a certain member who’s currently resting in the dorm because of free schedule is pulling her here.

A small amount of guilt crawled up , but the desire to see her friend overtook the guilt and she let her feet lead her to the room where she shared with her three other group member. She looked up then around.

The house was alight with the color of the setting sun, and a peaceful, fragile atmosphere settled over her mind.

Inhaling deeply, she forced the guilt out of her mind completely and placed one foot on a wooden step, then another, until she was at the living room and a few paces away from the room that she knew very well.

She knew it far too well. She knew that when she opened the door, the room would be very neat, fans gift are decorated on each bed or wall, a calendar and a bulletin board behind the bed that it hung on.

So when her fingers curled on the doorknob and twisted, when the door opened soundlessly and smoothly, her eyes followed the streams of golden orange light from the window to the bed, she was struck dumb by the unexpected sight of an ample chest rising and falling in deep slumber, brown hair with blonde highlights splayed out across white sheets and arms folded underneath a relaxed head.

SinB hadn’t even changed out of her shirt. Her brown jacket was thrown haphazardly on the chair nearby, Eunha noted discontentedly.

She walked quietly over and adjusted the jacket so that it hung neatly on the back of the chair. Her eyes sought out her sleeping friend almost instinctively, roamed reverently across the folds of her white shirt, down to the crinkled skirt and back up to the beautiful face framed by her mussed hair.

Before she knew what she was doing, before she could control her impulses, she was next to the bed and leaning down, gazing at the slightly parted lips that exhaled ever so slightly with her steady breathing. Her eyes closed.

Hot breath tickled her lips.

And she moved.