Yeon Yujun wakes up on a couch that isn't his.
He registers this before he registers anything else; the cushions are different, the ceiling is different, the light coming through the curtains is the particular grey of early morning rather than the orange-evening they'd last seen through the guild headquarters windows.
He sits up.
Pouch is asleep on his chest, which explains why he hadn't moved in his sleep. One does not dislodge Pouch mid-slumber without consequences.
The room resolves around him. Seo Hwigeon's apartment. The sparse walls, the barely-alive plant, the jacket that had started this whole evening folded over the arm of the couch.
He doesn't remember deciding to stay.
He remembers the streetlights coming on. He remembers Seo Hwigeon's hands loosening their grip on his arm eventually, slowly, like someone releasing something they'd been holding very tightly. He remembers walking here, the two of them, without discussing it. Without needing to.
