Jongin shifts on the bed and she feels his discomfort. The silence that follows is unbearable yet she deals with it because this crippling silence is better than an awkward confrontation. She hugs the blanket tighter to her chest as she watches the muscles of his , wondering if she regrets the previous hours that led them to where they are now. 

He lets out a deep and audible sigh and then gets up. She panics a little as he quickly puts on the shorts he was eager to rid himself of not too long ago. She sits up but remains quiet; she doesn't want to ask; she doesn't want to know that he thinks this is wrong. She doesn't even want him to say anything. She just wants him to come back to bed and envelope her in his warmth, secured and untouched, even for just a while.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He finally shatters the stillness.

She bites her lip. "Tell you what?"

He impatiently rakes a hand over his already unruly hair and lets out a small sound of frustration. He steps closer to the bed and roughly pulls the blanket off, leaving her . But that isn't what he is getting at as his eyes are trained on a glaringly red spot staining the pristine white sheets. "This!" He yells.

She lowers her eyes, too rattled to even cover her own ness.

"I thought...I thought you weren't...I thought you guys already-" He continues to rant, huffing and walking around the room.

"We never...we never got to that part." She whispers, her voice nearly as broken as her heart.

And at that moment, Riva swears she can almost feel Baekhyun's ghostly presence standing at the dark corner of the room, looking at her, beautiful and inconsolable, the way she has always remembered him.