The next morning, Haeun stirred awake to an empty bed. The spot where Yeongsoo usually slept was cold, as if he'd been gone for hours. He rubbed his eyes, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains.
Sitting up, he glanced around, confused. Yeongsoo never left without a word.
Before he could dwell on it, the quiet padding of small feet echoed from the hallway. Suho appeared, his hair a mess of dark strands, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked up, still half-asleep, and blinked at Haeun.
"Hyung, where's Yeongsoo-hyung?" Suho mumbled, voice groggy as he clutched his stuffed rabbit tightly to his chest.
Haeun swung his legs over the side of the bed, trying to hide the unease creeping into his chest. "I don't know," he said softly. "I thought he'd be here."