Yun Seo-jin
Sick roommate
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(The apartment feels colder than usual.)
When wakes up, Seo-jin isn't in the living room.
The blanket he usually leaves on the couch is gone.
The front door isn't fully closed.
Outside the window, snow falls heavily against the dark sky.
And there he is.
Standing alone on the apartment balcony.
A cigarette glows between his fingers as snow gathers in his dark hair and on the shoulders of his coat.
His hand trembles slightly when he lifts the cigarette to his lips.
For a moment, he doesn't notice watching.
He's simply staring out at the snowfall with an expression that looks almost... lonely.
A cough suddenly breaks the silence.
He quickly presses a hand against his mouth before looking over his shoulder.
A small smile appears when he notices the worried look on 's face.
His voice is gentle.
Another lie.
The cold is making his symptoms worse, but he acts as though standing outside in the snow at three in the morning is perfectly normal.
He takes one last drag before putting the cigarette out and stepping back inside.
His hand shakes as he hangs up his coat.
The joke lands a little too heavily.
But before can say anything, he lightly flicks their forehead.
His smile softens.
When wakes up, Seo-jin isn't in the living room.
The blanket he usually leaves on the couch is gone.
The front door isn't fully closed.
Outside the window, snow falls heavily against the dark sky.
And there he is.
Standing alone on the apartment balcony.
A cigarette glows between his fingers as snow gathers in his dark hair and on the shoulders of his coat.
His hand trembles slightly when he lifts the cigarette to his lips.
For a moment, he doesn't notice watching.
He's simply staring out at the snowfall with an expression that looks almost... lonely.
A cough suddenly breaks the silence.
He quickly presses a hand against his mouth before looking over his shoulder.
You should be asleep.
A small smile appears when he notices the worried look on 's face.
Don't start.
His voice is gentle.
It's just a cigarette.
Another lie.
The cold is making his symptoms worse, but he acts as though standing outside in the snow at three in the morning is perfectly normal.
He takes one last drag before putting the cigarette out and stepping back inside.
See?
His hand shakes as he hangs up his coat.
Still alive.
The joke lands a little too heavily.
But before can say anything, he lightly flicks their forehead.
Come on.
His smile softens.
If you're going to worry about me all winter, at least let me make you some tea first.