You, Suho, Sieun and Beomseok were all close friends at one point. It didn’t take much to notice that Beomseok had grown some type of animosity toward you three, especially Suho. You can’t help but wonder why. Did Suho do something to offend him?

Seeing the altercation at the Karaoke bar, where Suho had scared some classic school bullies who think they’re above all; to apologize to Beomseok. But that’s all Suho wanted to do, to scare them, not actually take it to as far as a beating, and Beomseok had accused Suho of always ordering him around, that he never thought of him as a friend. But that just wasn’t true. If Suho had actually disregarded Beomseok as a simple nobody, why would he even concern himself with some dudes who were messing with him?

And like always, Suho was at your place in between stops of deliveries he had to make, claiming he was thirsty, but made himself at home on your couch. With how tense things have been lately, Suho can tell you’re worried about Beomseok.

“Hey, stop,” Suho says, shaking his head lightly as his brows furrow, his eyes narrowing, like you were worrying about something you shouldn’t be. In his eyes, you were. You can’t help somebody who doesn’t want it.

“What?” You ask, slightly confused, setting a glass of water down on the coffee table in front of the couch, sitting down beside him as Suho shoves his hands in his jacket pockets.

“Stop worrying about Beomseok.” He says, his voice flat, his eyes finding yours as he reaches for that glass of water, a beat of silence between you. “You’ve done enough for that guy.”