Don't Cry

YOUMIN

I don't know when I fell asleep.

But when I wake up, I'm in something warm— and so soft I just want to go back to sleep and forget.

Someone jerks me back.

"Youmin, I don't know what the hell you were thinking."

And now I'm really awake.

I instantly sit up, blinking stupidly into Taeya's gaze as he stares at me in red. His jaw is flexed with anger, like he'd had enough of me.

Then I remember.

"The people."

I quickly turn back to the direction of the doorway. The door's closed— and it's morning, with the light coming in from the windows.

He frowns. "What?"

"The people that was— that was in my room." I say dazedly, scrunching the covers under my fingers. "Yeah."

"Last night?"

I nod. There's a long silence, and I look up to see Taeya's face— completely frozen.

"People. In your room."

I nod again, taking my hands off the blankets. "I got— I got really scared, so I ran here. I'm sorry."

"Stay here."