He was asleep at their- his. His kitchen table. He was asleep at his kitchen table. Next to his head was an empty wine bottle, drunk to the very bottom in under an hour.
He dreamt of the cafe. Of Seungcheol. He dreamt of sitting there, talking, smiling, loving. In the back, though, a face seemed to be of interest. He stared at the chatting couple, completely ignoring the lovely woman accompanying him. Jeonghan waved at the boy in the front of the cafe.
He waved back.