((You can be Sang-woo.))

Sang-woo had been working all day.

Every since he got back, he’d been sticking his nose in his work, barely taking any breaks to even rest or feed himself. Ali felt a certain type of way, he cared deeply about his beloved friend; he’s seen how tired the latter’s been getting.

Though, afraid of making Sang-woo mad, which never happens, he just sat on the bed while rocking lightly. Ali had a pout on his face, concerned painted on him.