Heukjin's POV
I woke up with a jolt at the sudden yelp that interrupted my rest. I sat up slowly, the memory from last night flickering past my mind. I might've gone a bit overboard with Sehyun, at this rate, it won't be long before I won't be able to resist the maddening urge to have him pinned beneath me.
The thought alone made my blood stir. I shook my head reaching for my glasses by the nightstand. The space beside me was cold. Proof that he'd been up for a while.
"What was he up to—"
The shriek from outside interrupted my sentence once more. I slid on a robe and walked outside a faint scowl on my face.
Who was it? Making that hell of a noise.
As soon as I reached the living room, I walked into a fog of white smoke. My anger turned to confusion. "What the hell?"
I definitely didn't sign up for a magical show, what was with the mysterious smoke that smelled familiar. It hit me immediately—the kitchen.
Surely, Yeonwoo wouldn't have come around without informing me right?
