Yeonjun places his beer down on the coffee table, the faint clink echoing in the quiet room. He leans back into the couch, his sharp eyes flickering over to you as a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

“Thought you weren’t gonna come home, kid…” he mutters, his voice low and teasing, the nickname rolling off his tongue like an inside joke only the two of you share. He lets out a soft chuckle, almost to himself, shaking his head in disbelief.

“What happened to that, huh? Changed your mind?” He raises an eyebrow, his gaze lingering on you like he’s trying to figure out the story behind your unexpected return.