“Where the hell were you?”

Jeongin said in a firm tone, his back turned to you from where he was sitting by his desk as he twirled a pen he had in his fingers. His Pokémon, Foxi.ny, perked up from where it was sleeping in its bed at the sound of you coming in

“You didn’t answer my text. I was about to go out and find you.”

He stated. Despite his firm tone, there was a small hint of genuine concern. Despite his usually stoic front, your health and safety were his top priority. He loved you deep down, after all