Dae sat bolt upright in bed, gasping as her mind pulled itself from her nightmare. She looked around the unfamiliar room, feeling disorientated for a moment, until the memories of the previous day came flooding back. Lying back on the bed, she brushed her long chestnut hair out of her eyes and tried closing them again, hoping sleep would come. However, every time she did she felt frightened again. She couldn't even remember what her nightmare had been about; only that it had ended in her falling a very long way.

There was just a hint of light beginning to creep in around the edge of the curtains, and Dae wondered what the time was. She picked her mobile phone up of the bedside table and turned it on for the first time since she'd left the house. It was half past six, and she had 8 text messages and 13 missed calls from her mother. A minute later and the phone was off; she hoped her mother was worried, it served her right.

But that didn't solve Dae's dilemma of what to do now. She doubted she'd get any more sleep. For a moment she considered waking up Ewon; after all, he had said to come and get him if she needed anything, and she felt like having company. However, it was still really early in the morning, and she didn't want to wake him up.

She lasted a whole half hour until she could stand the boredom no longer. Surely Ewon would be getting up soon anyway, to attend colleague or his job or whatever it was he did with his life. So she got out of bed and felt her way through the dark room. Blinking as her eyes adjusted to the light now flooding the corridor, she crept down the hallway until she found the first door on the left. That was what Ewon had said, wasn't it? After all, it'd be pretty embarrassing if she woke up his room mate instead. Despite her slight doubt, she felt confident enough to knock on the door.

There was no answer. She knocked again, a little louder this time. Still no answer. Hmm, she thought, he must be a heavy sleeper. So she opened the door and took a few steps into the blackness. It was so dark, she could barely see the bed properly, but she whispered in that general direction.

"Ewon? Ewon, I'm really sorr…" she trailed off as her eyes adjusted to the dark, and she was able to see the scene before her properly. Her brother was lying on his side, shirtless, with the sheet sitting just below his hip bones, low enough to show that his bottom half was no more covered than the top. But what had made her stop was the fact that his roommate was also in the bed, just as naked, with his arms wrapped around Ewon in what could only be described as a lover's embrace.

Dae paused for a moment, too shocked to turn and leave the room like she probably should have. After a moment Mookyul began to stir, the light from the door shining on his face. He dragged his eyes open and looked over at the door, ready to kill the source of light which had interrupted his sleep.

"What," he growled at the figure in the doorway, his sleepy mind vaguely remembering that they had had someone stay over the night before.

"I-I'm sorry," Dae stuttered once she managed to find her voice, "I m-meant to wake up E-Ewon, I didn't realise…" she trailed off, not really sure how to finish the sentence. After all, she wasn't entirely sure what she was witnessing.

At the sound of her voice, a dim light went off in Mookyul's brain – it was Ewon's sister. That was a shame; he guessed he probably couldn't kill her then.

"He'll be up in half an hour. Take whatever you want from the kitchen, just shut the bloody door and don't make a sound," Mookyul snarled before returning his head to the pillow.

Dae nodded fervently and quickly closed the door, careful not to bang it shut.

Ewon's eyes fluttered open, his conscious mind finally stirring at the noises around him.

"What was that," Ewon murmured, lifting his head to look at Mookyul.

"Nothing, go back to sleep," Mookyul replied, pulling his warm body close.

Ewon gave a mental shrug and closed his eyes, too tired to really care as he swiftly began to fall asleep again, his head buried against Mookyul's chest.

Meanwhile, Dae was sitting on the couch in the lounge room, trying to absorb this new piece of information. Her brother was…gay? And Mookyul…that made Mookyul more than just a roommate. It was a shocking conclusion, but the only one she could come up with. So what now? She supposed it didn't bother her too much. On the one hand, she had her parents' voice screaming in her head that it was wrong. Then again, she'd stopped listening to them a long time ago, and her brother had taken her in without any warning, without even really knowing who she was, simply because she had nowhere else to go. Surely that meant he wasn't a bad person, and, in the end, that was all that mattered, wasn't it? Yes, yes that was more important than who he decided to have a relationship with, she decided, her rational mind beginning to kick in as the shock started to wear off.

So that just left her with the awkward question of how to react when they got up. Should she say something, tell her brother that she didn't mind, or say nothing at all. Did Ewon even know that she knew; after all, it seemed like he'd slept through her earlier visit. Although surely Mookyul would tell him, right? She thought he would, that seemed logical to her, but she couldn't be entirely sure; after all, she didn't actually know him.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her growling stomach – she'd walked out the house without dinner the night before. Remembering that Mookyul has said she could help herself to the kitchen, she decided to make a hot breakfast for the three of them. Perhaps this could be her apology for waking him up; he'd seemed really angry that she had. So she got up off the couch to cook, trying to pretend that nothing was going to happen.

Half an hour later, and the delicious smell of pancakes began to creep into the bedroom, rousing Ewon from sleep. He clung to Mookyul for a moment, who was already awake judging by the way he was stroking his hair, not wanting to wake up. However, something was gradually stirring in his still sleepy mind. Mookyul was still in bed with him, so who…who was cooking?

"Dae!" Ewon exclaimed, sitting bolt upright as memories of the night before came flooding back. He sprung out of bed, looking around frantically to try and locate where his pyjamas had ended up the night before.

"They're on the chair by the door," said Mookyul lazily, disappointed that his lover had left the bed so quickly, but now enjoying the view.

"We have a guest here, get up and get dressed," Ewon snapped, unusually bossy. It surprised Mookyul a little, but he did what he was told, locating his boxers on the floor near the foot of the bed before covering himself with a silk dressing gown.

Finally half-descent, Ewon burst from the room and made for the kitchen.

"Good morning," he said pleasantly to his sister, who was standing at the bench putting the last of the pancakes onto a plate. She looked up and blushed, unable to remove the earlier memories from her head at the sight of his face.

Ewon frowned slightly and cocked his head to one side, confused. What was her problem?

"Oh, by the way," began Mookyul as he made a sleepy entrance into the kitchen, "your sister walked in on us whilst we were sleeping this morning. Secret's out."