***
(After eating and discussing — more specifically upstairs.)
After dinner, the two of them slowly made their way upstairs.
The second floor hallway was quiet, the soft creak of the wooden floor the only sound as they walked side by side. A faint yellow light from the ceiling lamp stretched across the walls, illuminating a door at the end of the corridor that Doyeon hadn't stood in front of for months.
They stopped there.
On the door hung a small wooden name tag.
"Kang – Doyeon."
Hyuna gently held his hand, her fingers warm as she looked at the door with a soft expression.
"I'm so happy right now, Doyeon," she said quietly.
Doyeon glanced at her before scratching the back of his neck.
"Yeah… but I'll go get my stuff tomorrow," he replied. "I didn't bring anything with me…"
"That's okay," Hyuna said with an easy smile. "It can wait until tomorrow."
Without hesitation, she reached forward and opened the door.
The room inside looked exactly the same.
A simple bed rested in the corner with a cabinet beside it. Across from it sat a small desk with a chair neatly pushed in, the surface completely clear except for a small lamp and a few stacked notebooks.
It looked like a normal bedroom.
Too normal.
Doyeon stepped inside slowly, his eyes scanning the room as if expecting something to have changed.
But nothing had.
Not the position of the desk.
Not the cabinet.
Not even the posters still hanging faintly crooked on the wall.
The room looked… untouched.
And strangely clean.
There wasn't even a single layer of dust anywhere.
Doyeon walked over to the bed and sat down, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight as he looked around again.
"Clean," he muttered.
Hyuna leaned casually against the doorframe, crossing her arms as she watched him.
"Of course it is," she said simply. "I've been cleaning your room since you left."
Doyeon paused.
Then he gave a small nod.
"Thank you."
Hyuna's smile softened.
After a moment she stepped back from the doorway and slowly turned toward the hall.
"Make yourself comfortable, sweety," she said gently. "And don't worry about anything tonight."
She glanced back at him one last time.
"You can call me if you need something."
Then she stepped out of the room and quietly closed the door behind her.
Doyeon sat there for a few seconds, listening as the sound of her footsteps slowly moved away down the hallway.
Step.
Step.
Step.
Until they faded completely.
The room fell silent again.
With a quiet sigh, Doyeon kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket before letting himself fall backward onto the bed. The familiar mattress creaked softly beneath him as he stretched out, staring up at the ceiling he hadn't looked at in months.
The room smelled faintly like detergent and fresh sheets.
Just like before.
He let out a slow breath.
"Now what am I supposed to do?" he muttered to himself, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Then slowly he closed his eyes.
The mattress felt softer than he remembered. The faint scent of clean sheets and detergent lingered in the air, and for the first time in a long while, his body felt like it could finally relax.
(Man… I could actually rest here…)
He exhaled quietly.
(Sigh… I wanna sleep.)
His thoughts began drifting as the quiet comfort of the room slowly pulled him toward sleep.
Then—
Ting!
Doyeon's eyes snapped open.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath as he pushed himself up from the bed.
"I forgot… Ha-eun."
The reminder hit him instantly.
Without wasting another second, he stood up and pulled off his shirt, then stepped out of his pants before walking over to the cabinet beside the wall.
He opened it and grabbed a clean white T-shirt along with a pair of plain black pants.
A moment later he had already changed.
The clothes he had taken off earlier were tossed carelessly onto the bed.
"I'll clean you later," he muttered half-heartedly.
As he turned to leave, his movement paused.
The mirror beside the cabinet caught his reflection.
Doyeon stood there for a moment, staring at himself.
He wasn't anything special, at least not by his own standards. His face had a clean jawline and balanced features, his dark eyes calm and slightly tired. His black hair was messy from lying down, and his build looked fairly average at first glance.
Not even skinny or bulky.
Just… normal.
Out of mild curiosity, he lifted the hem of his shirt slightly.
Underneath, faint but clearly defined lines of muscle were visible across his abdomen.
Not the exaggerated physique of someone obsessed with the gym— but a naturally solid build.
Doyeon stared for another second before lowering his shirt again.
"ಠ,_｣ ಠ…"
He shook his head.
"What am I even doing…"
With that, he turned away from the mirror and walked toward the door.
He opened it and stepped out into the quiet hallway before heading downstairs.
***
The living room lights were off.
Hyuna was sprawled comfortably on the couch, surrounded by snacks like someone preparing for a long movie marathon. A bowl of popcorn rested in her lap, while bags of chips and other random snacks were scattered across the coffee table.
On the television, a romance movie was playing.
Hyuna was watching it with full concentration, occasionally tossing popcorn unto her mouth.
When she heard footsteps behind her, she glanced over her shoulder.
"Sweety?" she said curiously. "Where are you going?"
"Just going out for a stroll," Doyeon replied casually as he walked past the couch.
He stopped near the hallway and glanced back at her.
"Is my bike still there?"
Hyuna nodded immediately.
"Of course it is. Right where you always left it."
Then her expression became a little more serious.
"Be careful outside, okay?"
She pointed a chip at him like she was giving an important warning.
"And remember."
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Don't you ever… break the rule."
Doyeon paused for a second before smiling faintly.
"You still remember that?"
"Of course I do," she replied proudly before turning back toward the TV.
Then she grabbed another handful of popcorn.
"Now go, go. I'm watching, sweety. This part is getting intense!"
Doyeon sighed quietly and shook his head with a small smile before heading toward the back door.
***
(Outside~)
The morning air greeted him as he stepped outside.
The backyard looked just as familiar as everything else in the house, quiet under the soft light of early morning. Dew still clung faintly to the grass, and the sunlight filtered gently over the fence.
Leaning near it—
was his bike.
Doyeon walked over and grabbed it, rolling it out through the side gate before stepping onto the street.
"I wanna use the car…" he muttered to himself as he climbed onto the bike. "but gasoline is expensive."
He pushed off and began pedaling down the quiet road.
The cool morning breeze brushed lightly against his face as he rode past the familiar houses. The neighborhood was still calm, with only a few people starting their day— someone watering plants in their yard, another neighbor walking a dog along the sidewalk.
For a moment, Doyeon's expression softened as he watched the peaceful scene pass by.
"I wish Uncle was still here."
And with that quiet thought lingering in his mind, Doyeon continued riding down the slowly waking street.
***
(Hyuna.)
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Still don't know if I should make this into a Smut...