TAEYANG rolled his neck from side to side, a series of cracks echoing in the quiet hallway. His body ached from sleeping in the chair, not that he'd gotten much sleep anyway. But he didn't care. He'd take a sore neck and a restless night over a comfortable bed on the ship any day, if it meant he could stay close to Haneul.
He'd already eaten breakfast at the hospital cafeteria. Barely anyone paid him any attention. He wasn't sure if it was because people were too caught up in their own worries, or if the cap he'd pulled low over his face was doing its job. But honestly, it wasn't like his popularity now came anywhere close to what it had been in his past life. Why would anyone spare a second glance at an Alpha in wrinkled sweats?
