BP 62

Sitting on the edge of the bed, turning his body to avoid eye contact with Seung-hyun, he still looked confused.

“Uh, you must have been tired yesterday.”

At the naive words suggesting that was the only reason for the late wake-up time, the man's hand, which had been stroking his chin, suddenly stopped. The arch of his eyebrows, as he looked toward the distant mountains, twitched subtly.