One step ahead of Yoon Seoyul, Cheon Areum swiftly slipped the drawing into his inventory. Just like that, the paper vanished from his hand. Victory—fair and square. With a satisfied expression, he reached up and patted Yoon Seoyul's cheek lightly before leaning in to place a quick peck on his lips.
"I'll give you a print of it later."
Yoon Seoyul looked at him with disappointment in his eyes.
"Can't I have the original?"
"No."
"..."
After a long second of silence, Yoon Seoyul sighed softly and finally backed away in defeat. Just then, Cheon Areum noticed Rian quietly leaving the living room, his drawing supplies tucked in his arms.
"Wait, Rian! I need your help with something… Only you can do it!"
Cheon Areum suddenly called out, stretching his hand toward him dramatically, as if delivering the line of a tragic hero. Rian paused mid-step and turned around, blinking at him curiously.
"What is it, hyung?"
*
"I don't think I can go in there either…"
