His eyes opened naturally with the realization that he had unknowingly fallen asleep. The moment his eyelids lifted and his pupils were revealed, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes. Due to the sudden rush of blood, veins bulged on the surface of his fist.

He sucked in breath deeply through his nose. It must have been a split second before it exploded with the intent to fight, but Kwon Seong-Il’s expression soon changed to a wistful smile.

This was not a battlefield. The war had ended yesterday.

I should sleep more.

Seong-Il pulled the blanket up to his chin.

Ah, this feels so good. Why is it so fluffy? Feels heavenly. Isn’t this true happiness?

***

After a long and deep sleep, he woke up. It was past noon, and Ki-Cheol, who had gotten up earlier, was engrossed in his phone.

Seong-Il said while approaching Ki-Cheol, “You will hurt your eyes. Do something else.”

“Why do you always say that? Maybe I should change my name,” Ki-Cheol grumbled.

“You are always spouting nonsense. What is wrong with your name? It means a bright person. Such a good name. Without positivity...