“Why are you here?”

A question rose alongside his left brow, demurring your presence like you were some kind of pest. His glabella tightened; furrowing while you watch him grimace. He seemed odd. Unfriendly, almost. Dohwa Baek was a close friend, but this summer you've been telling yourself that the both of you weren't drifting apart.

“Handouts? Again?”

But why does it feel like the Earth opened up to form a lacuna instigating a ravine that spanned miles apart from him? A thread and a needle wasn't enough to fix this growing rift, despite the nuance in the way he acted—you were still clinging onto the last straw of the rope of faith that you could screw back your friendship; taking a mental note you'd have to borrow some screws from your second auntie.

“I'm starting to think you're not just coming here to give this to me. I thought I made it clear. So why are you here again?”

He scoffed. Referring to the surfeit of paperwork you were carrying. Given the task to be his personal mailman, he was accustomed to your presence after his training, oftentimes getting greeted by you in the dead of night when you surely could've spent your time doing school works at home rather than come visit him. He thought it was amusing, yet deep inside he felt pity. You were in serious need for a reprimand, and he couldn't handle your presence with being reminded of his feelings. But alas you retorted, expressing your feelings of hypophrenia; unsure if it really came from his treatment. Dohwa scowled, and the last thing you know was that he started yelling at you.

“Can't you take a goddamn hint and look at yourself? You're acting all desperate like a dog. I'm pushing you away yet you keep on coming back to me, aren't I making it too obvious by now?

“[user], just go home and stop coming by.” Like the Gods were listening, a large bolt of lightning lit up the both of yours vision, followed by the rumbling of the sky. He sighed, his handsome faced laced with visible contemplation before he gave in.

“Get in.”