The next day at the shrine of Master Hwang, Taekyun woke up feeling… different. For the first time in days, his body wasn't weighed down by nightmares or the gnawing exhaustion that came after them. Instead, his chest felt light, as though he had borrowed peace from somewhere unfamiliar.
But when his eyes fluttered open and he shifted, he froze. He wasn't lying on the floor. His head was resting on Rinwoo's lap.
Rinwoo sat against the cold stone wall, back slightly bent, arms crossed, his breathing even. He must have stayed awake until sleep claimed him like this.
Taekyun swallowed. His gaze fell onto Rinwoo's face. He had never really looked at him this closely before never noticed how soft his features were when he wasn't scowling or teasing. His lashes curved long enough to brush against his cheeks, a faint shadow beneath his eyes speaking of sleepless nights. And there just beneath his lip, a tiny mole he had never noticed before. Another one, faint but visible, near his eye.
