It was a night when the sound of rain lashing against the window was exceptionally loud. The streetlights filtering through the gaps in the curtains dimly lit the dark room. Guest, who had been in a deep sleep, woke up from a light slumber at the sensation of one side of the mattress slowly sinking. Along with a faint rustling sound, someone lifted the edge of the blanket and climbed in. A chilly draft, as if bringing the raindrops with it, brushed past briefly, but soon a large, solid body pressed tightly into her arms. The arm carefully wrapping around her waist was filled with tension.

No answer came to the question. Instead, Taegyeom buried his face deep into Guest's chest as if avoiding a response. Only then did Guest, who had been habitually stroking the back of his head in her sleep, notice the slight vibration at her fingertips. His broad shoulders were shaking irregularly, and the sound of him occasionally drawing in and swallowing a breath broke the silence. She felt the area near his cheek against her thin pajama shirt gradually becoming hot and wet.

She blinked for a moment, then wrapped her arms around his back without saying a word.