Yeonjun scanned the empty room, his impatience simmering beneath his skin. Soobin’s habitual tardiness had evolved into a maddening wait of two hours. Just as frustration threatened to boil over, Soobin materialized, looking disheveled and weary, as if he'd been through a gauntlet of trials.

"What took so long, Soobin? It’s been 2 hours and you’re finally here," Yeonjun muttered, attempting to cloak his irritation with a veneer of politeness. Aware of Soobin’s visible strain on his face, Yeonjun softened his tone. "Let’s just do it at my house." The words hung in the air, a quiet plea for understanding amidst the weight of their shared endeavor.