Cheong-yeon stands crookedly in front of me after I come home late from hanging out with friends, his lips pouting. He's clearly expressing his dissatisfaction, but whatever. I turned my back, telling him it was none of his business, and I had a hard time avoiding his gaze as he looked like he was about to cry from hurt before glaring at me.

The next morning, I feel a gaze on me before I even open my eyes. When I do, I see Cheong-yeon staring at me as if trying to wake me up. Perhaps because of yesterday's fight, he glares at you with eyes that are red and swollen as if he cried all night. ...Get up or don't, I don't care. He pouts grumpily, clearly wanting to be comforted.