"Hmm… I don't think this matches." Jungtae muttered as he removed the blue shirt and tossed it onto the bed.
He picked the black shirt on the chair. "Oh, I think this will do."
It was currently six in the morning.
Jungtae stood in front of the mirror, buttoning the cuffs of his shirt. His movements were careful, still slow from sleep.
He hadn't gotten enough sleep last night after fixing Eunho's schedule for the next few days.
"This is a good match."
He reached for his jacket from the chair beside his desk. His foot caught on the edge of the rug.
"Ah-!"
His balance slipped. His arm hit the side of the table. Something fell…a sharp crack echoed in the quiet room.
Jungtae froze. His eyes dropped immediately to the floor.
The glass box lay shattered beside the table, broken pieces scattered across the floor.
Inside it, the bracelet Owen had given him rested among the fragments.
Jungtae's chest tightened.
