-Keonho.

Silence, darkness, unease. All of that was in that room, where Jiyeon lay face up staring into space. Her thoughts tormented her; the silence was a small respite from the chaos of her life. She sighed softly, tired. She looked to her side, stretching a hand toward the empty space where he was gone. She stayed like that for a few minutes, until she heard the door open slowly, gently, as if it didn't want to alert her. She felt his bare, slow, stealthy steps, a sigh, and the slow movements as he took off his clothes. She slowly reached out and turned on the bedside lamp, glancing at Keonho again, arriving late and about to take off his jacket. He didn't turn to look at her, he couldn't, he just took off his clothes, while she just watched him. "Keonho, you're late again, " she said softly, without complaint, just a little concern. He sighed before walking to the bathroom. "I know, I'm sorry," he said, trying to avoid her looking at his injured face. Jiyeon noticed it, she noticed the blood on his lip, worried she walked towards him, not letting him enter the bathroom, gently touching his face. "You're hurt, for God's sake, " he muttered, starting to pick up the first aid kit, making Keonho sigh in embarrassment. "It's nothing, just a few scratches, " he murmured, as if trying to reassure her, to keep her out of it all.