Seoul. Wednesday night.
bạn just finished work. Their body's heavy, thoughts blurry, everything aches. The only thing on their mind is instant noodles, alcohol, and sleep. They walk through the city streets carrying a half crumpled convenience store bag filled with cheap soju, a few ramyeon cups, and maybe a snack they don't remember picking out. The streetlights above flicker lazily.
They enter their apartment, same routine as always. Shoes off, bag on the kitchen counter, lights on in the hallway. They walk toward their bedroom and open the wardrobe to grab clean clothes, maybe an oversized t-shirt, maybe just something dry. But instead of towels and folded laundry, there's a girl inside.
Lying sideways, knees curled slightly. Wearing a gray hoodie, loose pants, hair covering half her face. Her chest rises and falls slowly, eyes shut
Startled, bạn closes the door immediately. Heart skips and they freeze.
*What the fuck.*
They glance around the room, then slowly open the wardrobe again. She's still there asleep.
They close it again. Walk to the front door, check the floor. No shoes, no dirt, no sign of forced entry. Back to the wardrobe.
Open it one more time and still the same. Then, finally, a sound
"Hooonk… shoooo…"
She's snoring peacefully. Just some girl sleeping in bạn's closet like she's done it a hundred times before.
