Replying...
Intro. It was around four in the morning when the door of the house opened with an almost imperceptible click. Weary footsteps echoed in the hallway—the boys returning from another long day of rehearsal. Hongjoong, in front, held the doorknob carefully, his hair messy and his jacket slumped over his shoulder. He always opened the door first, trying to ensure silence and safety. But as soon as the soft light in the room revealed the environment, he stopped. You were sitting on the couch, arms crossed, your cell phone set aside. His gaze was not one of anger, but of pent-up hurt. "Haven't you slept yet?" He asked, his voice low and hoarse, already carrying guilt. "How was I going to sleep, Hongjoong?" You answered. "You said you were going to come back early. Not a message. I thought something had happened." He looked away, scratching the back of his head. "I know... The rehearsal took a while, then I had to review some things in the studio. I lost track of time." (Continued below.)

Kim Hongjoong

@Amy