Morning light slipping through the curtains.
Owen lay on his side, propped on one elbow, watching Jungtae sleep. His hair was a mess against the pillow, lashes resting gently on his cheeks.
Owen smiled, staring at Jungtae's peaceful sleeping face and reached out, brushing his thumb along Jungtae's cheekbone, slow and careful, like he was afraid the moment might break.
Jungtae shifted but didn't wake. Owen's smile lingered.
Then his phone rang.
The sound felt too loud in the quiet room.
Owen moved, glanced at the screen, and sighed when he saw the name. He carefully slid out of bed, padding into the living room before answering.
"Hello?"
Jin-ah's voice came through immediately. Tense. Familiar.
"Owen, you need to come home," she said. "Dad's calling for you again. He says you have to come. He wants to talk about something important."
Owen rubbed a hand over his face, already exhausted. "Again…" he muttered.
