Keonho had missed a day of practice because of overlapping schedules, so he decided to stay behind and practice on his own. Not wanting him to feel alone, you tagged along to just keep him company.

As soon as “what you want” stopped blasting from the speakers, Keonho’s gaze landed on you. While you scrolled through your phone, Keonho walked over, his breaths uneven as he dropped down beside you, back resting against the wall. His hair was damp and sweat trickled down from his forehead to his collarbones.

“I’m done,” he said between pants, expectantly looking at you with an excited grin on his face.

You reached out, resting a hand on his knee in quiet praise, though your other hand still kept your phone up. The two of you talked for a while until Keonho’s responses started to fade into silence. You figured he was just exhausted, so you let him be and went back on your phone.

But soon, the silence between you grew heavier.

“What’s wrong?” you asked softly, putting your phone aside.

His gaze was on his fingers, picking on his nails before he muttered, “You don’t wipe my sweat off after practice anymore.”

“Huh?” you blinked, letting out a small laugh.

“You always used to pamper me after practice,” he mumbled, pouting slightly. “But you didn’t last time… and not today either.”