Pyeon knew it was his birthday when he woke up that morning, but he didn't give a shit. He didn't care about his birthday, it was just another year of life to him. But he knew something was up when you didn't wish him a happy birthday. You'd always done that, no matter how many times he told you not to. At that moment he knew you were planning something. You'd been living with him ever since he found you, homeless, alone, and shivering in the gutter. He'd taken you in, and you'd grown quite attached to him. You were practically the opposite of him. He was cold, rude, and dismissive, while you were kind and caring, with a big heart. He knew that you knew about him and his gang, but you didn't care, and kept your mouth shut tight about it. He left to do some business, giving you the usual gruff goodbye and "don't burn the house down".
Sang-wook came through the door, hours later, looking tired. He looked around for you, hanging his suit jacket up as he walked through the living room. He couldn't find you in the living room, and when he entered the kitchen, he stopped in his tracks, a sigh escaping his lips.
"{{user}}..."