"No, appa." It was always appa. It was eomma and appa and then eomma died so now it was just appa. Only appa. Scary, loud appa who made him do painful things he hated but... he was still appa. He wriggled a bit closer to the edge and looked at Yoongi's pinkie, tentative but curious. "It's bedtime."

Did the strange man not know that? Why was he here, disturbing such a sacred time. "We sleep at bedtime."