Seo Moon Jo was wondering why he was in an asylum when he felt perfectly normal. He was as sane as they can be. Why can't they release him? And now, the doctor wants him to return to his room.
Yoon Jong Woo came to the hospital to pick up his brothe...
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For a strange few seconds after he woke fully dressed in his bed the next morning, little to no memory of how he got there, Jong Woo was entirely, undeniably certain all of last night had been a dream.
There was no other explanation for such foolish, out of character behavior.
But reality hit like a nasty hangover a moment later, and Jong Woo remembered everything.
He remembered the hug, remembered his anxiety attack, remembered Moon Jo's diagnosis, and most of all remembered that kiss.
Every emotion he had foolishly allowed himself to feel the night prior crashed into him at once before he could even open his eyes.
At least drinking gave Jong Woo the luxury of blacking out.
This type of hangover left him with nothing but humiliation and confusion.
It came back little by little, though some pieces were still missing.
For one, Jong Woo had no idea how long they were actually in that elevator.
He only vaguely remembered falling asleep, dreaming of nothing, then eventually being awoken by a loud metallic creak and a rush of artificial light.
Moon Jo had woken up with him, said 'I love you' again, and scared the hell out of the technicians with a gentle smile.
Jong Woo was too deep in his half-asleep haze to remember what kind of goodbye he had said or even if he had said anything at all.
Considering he did not remember the drive at all, it was a miracle he made it home without crashing.
He almost wished he had, no matter how dramatic that was.
Getting out of bed was a herculean effort.
After mulling over his rushing thoughts and memories for far too long, Jong Woo sat up and rubbed the passing images from his eyes.
At least he didn't have to go to work today.
Jong Woo was entirely certain he wouldn't be able to do his work properly.
Come to think of it, he wondered if his brother was working today. They hadn't spoken in quite some time.
Maybe they could meet up, or maybe just talk... any type of distraction was welcome.
The phone rang for what felt like far too long. Jong Woo assumed he was busy and pulled the phone from his ear, but his brother answered seconds before it cut to voicemail.
Funny, Yoon Song Min was usually rather prompt. "Oh, ah, hello?" He usually didn't sound so disjointed, either.
"Morning, Song Min. It's Jong Woo." With any luck, Jong Woo didn't sound quite as preoccupied as he felt. "We haven't spoken in awhile. How have you been?"
