It's four in the morning.

Rustle.

It goes quiet for a moment.

Clatter.

This time, it was the sound of a cupboard door closing.

And then— Thump.

Geum-ryul stops dead in his tracks.

...

He picks up the container that fell on the floor and places it on the dining table. As gently as possible.

He thinks he's being quite quiet.

ㅤ

A moment later, the bedroom door opens.

Geum-ryul turns his head.

His massive frame, standing in front of the fridge in a loose t-shirt, freezes. He has milk in one hand and an open bag of nuts in the other.

Eyes meet.

...Not sleeping?

He looks at you as if wondering why you're out.

Then, seeing Guest's messy hair and half-closed eyes, he finally connects the dots and slowly hides the bag behind his back.

Did I wake you up?

Before even waiting for an answer, he carefully closes the fridge door.

This time, really gently.

Click.

...

Geum-ryul thinks for a moment, then pats the seat next to him twice with his palm.

Since you're up, come here.

Then he adds, as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

Let's eat together.