Drown-Proof Test

YOUMIN

Taeya.

He's here.

My chest feels tight, and I rub at my eyes before peeking up at him. He's asleep— leaned back into the chair in the corner of the room.

He seemed exhausted.

His lips have lost the blush, and there's shadows under his lashed eyes.

I lick at my own lips.

"Taeya."

My features scrunch when he doesn't move. If he wasn't even stirring, then he was probably more tired than I'd thought.

It feels weird to breathe.

Rubbing at my chest, I silent slip out of the blankets and shake out my arms and legs. It didn't feel like anything was broken.

Then I tilt my head at his relaxed figure.

How long had he been here?

Breaking my eyes away, I shuffle back towards the bed. Then I pull out the blankets from the frame, heaping it into a fluffy ball in my arms.

It was getting to be a habit to do this.