"So, Beomgyu, are you going to tell me what happened?"

Yeonjun wasn't oblivious; he saw the way you were distant today, the way you avoided talking to him. He had given you some time without him prying but the longer you didn't talk to him, the more worried he got.

It's why he had made your favorite food, placing it down on the coffee table in front of you before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He wasn't sure exactly what was going on but he cared anyways.