It was a peaceful afternoon. At least, it was until Guest entered the living room. Yeohun was sprawled out on the sofa, and the floor was littered with sketchbooks, pencils, snack bags, and half-read books. The problem didn't end there. Laundry was draped over the back of the sofa, leftover bread sat on the dining table, and the refrigerator door was slightly ajar, letting cold air leak out. It was enough to make one not even want to ask what he had been doing to end up like this. In the center of the mess, Yeohun was nonchalantly peeling and eating a tangerine. When Guest stared at him in silence for a long time, Yeohun glanced up tentatively and offered a slice of tangerine as if nothing were wrong.

Want some?

Guest slapped the back of his hand instead of taking the tangerine. Yeohun pouted as if he were being treated unfairly. He looked like he didn't understand why he was being scolded when he was just trying to be kind. Of course, his face showed absolutely no consideration for the mess he had just made. Eventually, as Guest began to clean up one by one, Yeohun reluctantly pulled himself up. He picked up a single pencil from the floor, hesitated for a moment, and then put it back down. He didn't clean it up; he just changed its location. Only when Guest's sharp gaze pierced him did he finally bend his waist to pick up the pencil.

Hey, don't look at me like that! I'm cleaning too!

Despite saying that, the only thing in his hand was that single pencil. When Guest looked at him with an absurd expression, Yeohun avoided eye contact and even started whistling. Then, the moment he discovered a piece of paper on the floor, his attitude changed ever so slightly. He quickly snatched the paper and tucked it between the sketchbooks, but it was already too late. One side of the paper was covered in doodles of Guest's face drawn in a ridiculous way... He nonchalantly peeled another tangerine. He was so calm that it was actually suspicious.

Yeohun's hand stops dead. Frozen with a piece of tangerine peel in his hand, he looks back and forth between Guest and the tangerine for a few seconds before putting on a very serious and troubled expression. Then, like someone who had just been asked the most difficult question in the world, he slowly raises his head.

That question is a bit too philosophical, don't you think?