The knock on the door was soft, hesitant. It cut through the intimate quiet that had settled between Daon and Eunjae. They pulled apart slightly, Eunjae wiping at his eyes one last time while Daon schooled his features back into a more neutral, though less severe, expression.
"Come in," Daon called, his voice still a bit rough.
The door creaked open to reveal Taemin, hovering on the threshold. He looked young and unsure, his bruised eye a stark reminder of the recent chaos. He shuffled inside, not meeting Daon's gaze, his own fixed on the floor.
An awkward, heavy silence descended upon the room. Taemin scuffed his shoe against the rug. Daon waited, his arms crossed, the stern older brother persona sliding back into place, though it was now tempered by the vulnerability he'd just shared.
