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Jongin jumps a bit in surprise once he feels the mattress dip beside him. It causes him to tug the sheets up further towards his chin, and for a moment he's almost scared that there might be some psychotic serial killer lying right next to him. It's highly unlikely however, and by the soft hum of their breath, Jongin knows it must be a female. It's subtle, the slow seconds that pass by with every breath exchanged within the air. He doesn't really know how to respond, and with a quick turn he's now facing the stranger; peacefully asleep against his pororo pillow. Ah, now he remembered. Her name was Rory, and she was a sweet lady whom he had only met hours ago. How'd they get inside? He wonders to himself.
His thoughts are silenced though, when he too feels himself fall victim within the clutches of sleep, his lingering snores bouncing off the walls of his bedroom
