Matthew shut the door behind him with a quiet click, his gaze sweeping over Gunwook like he was trying to memorize every inch.

“You don’t make this easy for me, do you?” he murmured, tossing his jacket over a chair. Before Gunwook could answer, Matthew crossed the room in slow, deliberate steps, close enough that the air between them felt too warm.

Close enough that the faint brush of his hand on Gunwook’s arm could be mistaken for an accident… if it weren’t for the way his fingers lingered.

“You vanish for two days, have me losing my mind wondering where you are…” His eyes searched Gunwook’s, a slow smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

“…and then you open the door looking like that.”

He tilted his head, voice dipping low enough to be felt more than heard. “Tell me, Wook… are you trying to drive me crazy, or is this just a very lucky accident?”