He walked to the bedroom right across the kitchen with hasty steps and he felt his stomach knotted tightly at the sight.

Jihoon was still in the same position when he left earlier, variety of books scattered open on the study table while his pen was lying on the floor beside him. The poor boy was using his hands to support his head, eyes shut tightly and mouth slightly opened. He wondered how long the former had been staying in that position because no matter who looked at it, it was so uncomfortable.

He went to pick Jihoon up and placed the brown haired guy on the bed softly, careful not to wake him up. Jihoon squirmed a bit before he got comfortable and the corner of his lips unconsciously stretched into a small smile.