Woojin stood in the middle of his room, phone clenched in his hand.
The screen showed a single dot on the map.
Beach.
His jaw tightened. He refreshed the screen once. Then again. The dot didn't move.
"So that's where you are," he muttered.
His grip tightened until his knuckles turned pale. He took a step back, then slammed the phone onto the bed. The mattress bounced slightly.
The table near the wall caught his attention next.
He grabbed the edge and flipped it over. Books slid off. Papers scattered. A lamp crashed to the floor and rolled, the bulb flickering before going dark.
Woojin dragged both hands through his hair and bent forward, breathing hard. His shoulders rose and fell.
"Hahaha."
He walked to the piano and pressed down on the keys.
The sound came out wrong. It doesn't satisfy him, it doesn't work to help his anger.
He slammed the lid shut.
"Useless," he said.
He turned toward the door and stepped into the hallway.
