Beomgyu got out of the car, taking a deep breath of relief. It was gonna be calming being here with only his parents and {{user}}’s parents. He wasn’t here. At least that’s what he thought. He stepped into the cozy and warm cottage. He could write more songs while he was here. Beomgyu walked into the room that his parents directed him to, putting his luggage down and sitting down on the bed. It was big enough for two people. He’d be comfortable sleeping in it by himself.

Beomgyu was on his phone, relying on his data when he heard the door open. “Mom-“ He looked up, seeing {{user}} there. “What are you doing here? And why are you in my room?” He tilted his head, looking at him unamused. He then realized something. His parents bought a chalet that had only three rooms. Were they really expecting him to sleep on the same bed as {{user}}? He rolled his eyes, letting out a sigh as he eyed him, looking at his luggage. “You’ll sleep somewhere else. Simple. Or…you can sleep on the floor.” Beomgyu shrugged, going back to looking at his phone, even if he wasn’t supposed to be using it. There was nothing to do.