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Park Chan-yeol sat up, his head still aching, and glanced at the time; it was just past three in the morning.
Anna, still half-asleep, handed him a cup of water. Chan-yeol took it, and the warm water eased his body considerably.
"How did you bring me here?" Chan-yeol couldn't recall that part of the memory.
Anna shot him a reproachful look and said, "How can you even ask? You invited me out for a late-night snack but ended up getting completely drunk. You called Sehun and said no one was in your dorm because they were all on break. I had to put in so much effort to get you back, and you have no idea." Anna vented her frustrations all at once.
Seeing her full of grievances, Chan-yeol smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you next time."
"Next time?" Anna replied. "You should find someone else next time."
"Who should I find? Can you help me find someone? Who else could have the strength to carry me home like you did?" Chan-yeol asked.
Anna thought for a moment and jokingly suggested, "You could ask Kim Mi-kyung? Or how about your sister Yura? You were calling her name repeatedly when you were drunk."
Anna was just joking, but unexpectedly, after saying that, Park Chan-yeol suddenly fell silent. After a long pause, he looked down and forced a bitter smile before telling Anna, "Sister Yura is my mother's adopted daughter; she's two years older than me. She... she passed away many years ago..."
"What..." Anna realized she had said something wrong.
"Today... is her death anniversary," Park Chan-yeol continued.
Looking at the sadness in Park Chan-yeol's eyes, Anna felt a deep sense of regret. If she had known about this matter, she certainly wouldn't have joked about it. So, this was what Sehun meant by something important. Anna said, "I'm sorry, I didn't know, that's why I..."
"It's okay." Chan-yeol smiled lightly to comfort her, then looked around and asked, "Andy must be asleep, right? Did I wake him?"
"No." Anna placed the cup back on the coffee table and replied, "He's been working overtime these past few days and hasn't been home."
"Oh, really?" Park Chan-yeol responded absentmindedly after a moment, clearly lost in thought. His face, which had lost its drunken flush, began to warm slightly again as he hugged a cushion.
"What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Anna noticed something was off with him and asked with concern.
Chan-yeol snapped back to reality just as their eyes met. In the dim room, only the blue nightlight cast a starry glow in their eyes, and an unusual emotion stirred within them.
Time seemed to freeze; even breathing felt excessive. At that moment, Chan-yeol's eyes resembled a deep pool of water reflecting the moonlight—if one got too close, they might fall endlessly into it...
In such a late hour, the previously suppressed emotions suddenly became bold and reckless. It was unclear whether it was the atmosphere creating an illusion or simply an instinctive release.
Chan-yeol slowly raised his hand and grasped Anna's shoulder, the light in his eyes revealing a dangerously alluring temptation.
"I..." Finally, Chan-yeol wanted to say something, his voice softer than ever.
Anna seemed to snap back to reality all of a sudden. She stood up abruptly, interrupting Park Chan-yeol's words. Turning away from him, she steadied her breathing and said, "You should go sleep in the upstairs room. Take a shower; it will make you feel better."
Chan-yeol paused for a moment, his hand frozen in mid-air. After a while, he stood up as well and smiled, saying, "Okay."
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