The room was silent, except for Meical's gentle breathing. He laid beside Min-jae, his arm draped over Min-jae's waist, leaving a warm imprint on his skin. Min-jae gazed up at the ceiling, his eyes wide open.
Despite his exhaustion, sleep evaded him. His body ached, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, replaying everything that had happened.
Meical had fallen asleep the moment his head touched the pillow, the strain of their earlier activities knocking him out instantly.
But Min-jae… Min-jae couldn't calm his heart.
His fingers slowly curled in the sheets.
His family.
His real family...
His sister's unhinged laugh.
His father yelling at a game.
His mother calling him down for dinner.
The little, ordinary memories that made his chest tighten until it hurt.
What were they doing right now?
Were they crying?
Worried?
Did something happen to him?
Was he lying in a hospital somewhere in the real world?
Did his body… still exist there?
