Youngjae listened to the sound of the rain pounding against the rooftop, closing his eyes as thunder shook the whole apartment building. The storm had just knocked out the power, leaving him sitting in silence in his living room. He was trying not to think, to just relax but he knew it was hopeless. Not after what happened yesterday. His mind was still reeling, everything replaying over and over again in his head. Daehyun couldn't kill him – the man who killed his own mother couldn't kill him.
What would happen now? All this time, he had simply been waiting for Daehyun to kill him, to end things. But, now what? Where did this leave him? Them? Youngjae was scared – the thought of living the rest of his life in fear was unbearable. The sound of his phone vibrating on the coffee table caught his attention and he stared at it for a long time before finally leaning forward and picking it up.