You awoke slowly, your senses not truly grasping your surroundings. Your nose twitched, the smell of hot chocolate awakened you and you felt something combing through your hair consistently. Looking down at yourself, you were actually lying down on something comfortable. You opened your eyes a bit, only to be met with a blurry figure of a shabby living room. When you opened your eyes again, your brain finally registered where you were, and who was actually combing your hair. Turning your head upwards, you met with a familiar pair of eyes. Immediately he smiled down at you, “Hey”, Sungjae said in a soft tone. “How was your sleep?” Your eyes were wide open and you quickly sat up straight. “What time is it?”, you panicked, frantically looking for a watch. Sungjae sighed and grabbed your arm, moving it towards your face. “Oh”, you checked the time at your watch, which was on your wrist. “I better get going. It’s already late”, you tried to stand up but he gently pushed you back down. Sungjae quirked his lips. “There’s no more transport back from here. The earliest they would operate is at 6 in the morning.” “What were you dreaming about earlier? You were mumbling something in your sleep with this ugly face”, he jabbed your sides. You frowned at him. “Nothing, just some nightmare.” “You got nightmares often?” “Yes—“, you paused. “No, only sometimes”, you finished. “About your dad?”, Sungjae asked. You ran a hand through your hair and just went with the flow, looking at him. “How’d you know? Were you stalking me?” “Kai called up to tell me”, he muttered.   You closed your eyes and let out a long sigh. Apparently, it wasn’t calm enough because you felt someone briefly grabbed your hand, squeeze and let it go. Opening your eyes, you met eyes with Sungjae. “So he told you that I’ll be moving in with him till my dad comes back right?” “Huh?” “You told me Kai called you, so I assumed he told you everything?”, you asked him, thinking that he must have known. Sungjae was pissed. And when he is pissed, it felt very good to hit things hard. Standing there, he kicked away the cushion and launched forward, kicking and punching away things that were in his sight. “Sungjae—” “You can’t stop me!”, he hissed, approaching your still form. You didn’t respond. There was just the sound of the both of your breathings. Sungjae placed a hand lightly on your shoulder. You flinched, instantly regretting it as he drew back and snarled. “You are not…going to stay over at his place.” “It’s decided. I’m not going to face this again like what I did with my father Sungjae”, your whisper came out harshly yet sadly. “You know how much I despise him? What is your relation with them anyways?” You bit your bottom lip, “She’s my dad’s acquaintance.” He snapped to face you, eyes blazing for an eternity.     Looking down at you in disput