"Seoyul…"
Cheon Areum called out softly, his voice still thick with sleep. There was no reply. For a moment, he thought perhaps Yoon Seoyul hadn't heard him. The quiet creak of the stairs filled the space as Seoyul continued descending, his steps steady even while carrying him in his arms.
"…Seoyul."
He tried again, a little more clearly this time.
Still nothing. Cheon Areum frowned faintly, confusion flickering across his sleepy expression. Was Yoon Seoyul too focused on carefully walking down the stairs while carrying him? But that thought didn't quite make sense. Because he had seen it—that brief moment when Seoyul's gaze had shifted, when he had glanced down at him after hearing his name. He had heard him. Yet he said nothing, simply continuing down the stairs with the same nonchalance.
"Yoon Seoyul!"
