closed to Hak
[Yona slowly opens her eyes, rubbing the sleep from them. While she doesn't exactly remember falling asleep, she feels better rested than she has in a very long time. A soothing kind of calm fills her, makes her breathe deeply, just enjoying the ability to close her eyes again, to roll over, the soft fabric of the bed on her skin.
But then. Wait. Yona rolls up against something a lot firmer than a pillow that stops her way across the mattress. Groggily, she opens her eyes again, staring at the form in front of her. Which turns out to be Hak.
Hak- who still appears to be fast asleep - and her body which is only dressed in some sort of camisole and underwear is pressed against his muscled arm. A sound nearly escapes her, just born from surprise. Surprise at finding him in her bed - or herself in his maybe? - and at her lack of an impulse to flee before he opens his dark eyes and sees her.
Her heart hammering in her chest, she doesn't move away, doesn't put any distance between them. Instead she is curious what will happen and watching his sleeping form just remains where she is.]