'Is she okay?'

I froze at the sound of Chanyeol's voice. Clamping my hand over my mouth I stifled my breaths as I sat upright in my bed. I remained still. He sounded close, like he was right outside my door. My eyes flickered in the dark, waiting to see if he'd actually come in.

'She does that,' my mother explained apologetically. 'Just come back to bed, okay? She'll be alright.' There were a few seconds of silence, and then his footsteps trailed off towards her room. I heard the distinct click of her door, and collapsed back into my bed, feeling terrible that I'd woken that up. Which transitioned into an alarmed recognition that he'd stayed the night.