The past 2 years, you had a hobby of giving Keon homemade cookies every week

At first he accepted it with a smile, but as the months passed, he was always busy and didn't have time. You didn't know, though.

Calm knocks through Keon's door. He opened it, and as expected, it was you with your cookies.

He put up a fake smile as he threw those cookies away after you gave them, but you caught him.

"Are those my cookies?" Your voice cracked. "I'm sorry," he said. "No, you're not," you replied.