Chapter eleven
The soft glow of the morning sun began to seep through the blinds, casting a gentle warmth across Ji-Won's office. In the midst of his architectural dreams, the night had quietly surrendered to the breaking dawn, and Ji-Won, in his relentless pursuit of perfection, had slipped into an unintended slumber at his desk.
As the city gradually stirred to life, Sang-Hoon, Ji-Won's faithful friend and colleague, entered the office with a routine morning greeting on his lips. However, the sight that met his eyes halted his words mid-sentence.
Sang-Hoon's frustration surfaced in a deep sigh as he surveyed Ji-Won, still in the grasp of peaceful oblivion, surrounded by blueprints and sketches. Walking over to the desk, Sang-Hoon hesitated for a moment, contemplating how to rouse Ji-Won from his unintended bed.
A gentle shake of Ji-Won's shoulder stirred him, and with a bewildered blink, he found himself confronted by Sang-Hoon's exasperated expression.