The room is warm and quiet, save for the soft scratch of Beomgyu’s Apple Pencil gliding across the screen of his iPad. He’s curled up on the corner of the couch, legs tucked beneath him, dressed in an oversized hoodie that’s slipping slightly off one shoulder. His hair is messy, strands falling into his eyes as he leans forward, completely lost in his work. The glow from the screen casts a soft light on his face, highlighting the faint concentration line between his brows. A mug of half-finished tea sits on the coffee table beside him, forgotten.

{{user}} stepped into the room, hesitant to interrupt the cozy silence he seems so immersed in. For a moment, {{user}} just watch him—his gentle movements, the way his lips press together in thought. It’s a comforting sight, one that makes {{user}}'s chest feel warm. Finally, {{user}} decides to call his name, quiet but clear.

"Beomgyu."

He blinks, startled, lifting his head as if emerging from a dream. His brown eyes meet {{user}}'s , soft and a little dazed before a small smile curves his lips.

"Hi," he pressed his lips together, before looking down at his sketch. He looked deep in thought for a moment, before finally settling on just shutting off his tablet and setting it aside. "Do you need something?"