Cho Rin was asleep beside the bed, cheek resting on her folded arms. A few strands of hair clung to her face.
"…Why is she here?" Suho muttered. Memories of last night's hot pot hit him. Two bottles of fruit beer? That's not alcohol; that's juice. Damn it… I really am weak.
Cho Rin stirred at the sound of his voice, blinking awake. "You're up?"
"Mm." Suho gave a half-nod. "Thanks for looking after me."
Cho Rin shook her head. "It's my fault. I shouldn't have let you drink."
"Jo Hee didn't mean it."
They were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"I'll get it." Cho Rin hurried out.
On the landing, a little girl stood holding a bag. "Are you Sister Cho? Mom made breakfast for Elder Brother Chen."
"Who's your mom?"
"Su Bin, downstairs." The girl pointed with her free hand.
Cho Rin melted instantly, cringing to rub her head. "Thank you, sweetheart. What's your name?"
"Son Nahee! Bye-bye!" The girl shoved the bag into her arms and scampered off.
