Yu Jin's POV
I woke up to an empty bed and my own heartbeat hammering in my ears like it was trying to escape my stupid ribcage.
The sheets on his side were cold. Not just "he got up to pee" cold, but "he's been gone for hours" cold. I sat up so fast the room spun and my dick, still half-hard from some fucked-up dream about him, slapped against my stomach like it was personally offended.
"Min?" My voice cracked like a twelve-year-old. Nothing. "Park Min, if you're in the bathroom without me I swear…"
Silence.
I scrambled out of bed, boxers twisted around my thighs, nearly face-planted because my legs still thought they were made of wet noodles after last night. The apartment was too quiet. No shower running. No kettle clicking. No sarcastic "took you long enough to wake up, asshole" from the kitchen.
And then I saw the note.
