Changkyun spent the rest of the day following his conversation with the ward guard debating whether or not to tell Hyungwon what was going to happen. On one hand, he might want to prepare, pack something, Changkyun didn't know. But it could also stress Hyungwon out, and if they failed...it could make it even worse for him.

So Changkyun kept quiet that night, and it wasn't until the next morning that everything changed.

***

Changkyun woke up early and turned his head to look down at the figure lying to his left. Hyungwon was taller and skinnier than Changkyun, but he slept in angles, with his knees and arms bent, so he looked smaller than he was. There was something sad about it, but Changkyun couldn't define it exactly. Just that Hyungwon slept like he wanted to disappear. Changkyun didn't want Hyungwon to disappear. That's why he had to get him out.

He sat up so the thin blanket pooled around his waist. He'd used to sleep shirtless, but he'd sensed that it had made Hyungwon uncomfortable, and now that Hyungwon was sleeping more in Changkyun's bed than his own, Changkyun had decided to sleep in the itchy cotton cloth.

"Hyungwon," he murmured before shaking Hyungwon's shoulder. The older boy's face scrunched up a bit before his eyes fluttered open and he drew his limbs in even closer, forming a compact ball.

"Kyun?" Hyungwon whispered, tired and confused. Changkyun had never woken him up early before; they'd always waited for the first alarm to sound. Hyungwon put a hand on Changkyun's arm. "What's wrong?" he asked. He didn't mean to whisper, but his voice came out naturally soft.

"Nothing's wrong," Changkyun said, giving Hyungwon a small smile. He liked the nickname. He felt like he'd been competing with the others, namely Wonho, for Hyungwon's attention this whole time, and it seemed as though he'd finally gotten it. By process of elimination, sure, but he was okay with that.

"You're being strange," Hyungwon said, his eyes clouded with worry as they scanned Changkyun's. He shifted, holding himself up with his right arm so he could see Changkyun eye-to-eye. He pursed his lips before holding the back of his left hand against Changkyun's forehead.

"I'm not sick," Changkyun said with a laugh, pulling back from Hyungwon, who let his hand drop with a slight frown. "But thank you for your concern," Changkyun quickly added, not wanting Hyungwon to feel bad or like Changkyun was laughing at him. In truth, he was just happy that Hyungwon cared. Nobody had cared about Changkyun in a long time. Not really. His mom, sure, but he was always just at the bottom of her to-do list. Hyungwon never made him feel like he was just an item to be checked off.

And Changkyun never wanted Hyungwon to feel that way, either.

"We should change," Hyungwon said, already starting to push himself up, but Changkyun put a hand on his shoulder.

"Let's...let's stay like this. Just for a little bit longer, okay?" Changkyun didn't want this moment to leave so quickly.

Hyungwon stared at him for a second before letting himself flop back onto Changkyun's bed. "Why'd you wake us up early if we were just going to sit here," he mumbled to himself, and Changkyun ruffled his hair. Hyungwon half-heartedly tried to move his head, but Changkyun knew he didn't really mind altogether that much.

"Just cause I felt like it," Changkyun said. It was somewhat true. He just didn't want their last memory of this place to begin with a harsh alarm.

"You're crazy," Hyungwon said, and Changkyun laughed, looking down to spot a smile on Hyungwon's lips before he turned his face away.

Changkyun mentally saved the image as a good memory.