Jihoon couldn't help but sit up straight, his fingers pressing together as he fidgeted anxiously in his seat. He kept glancing around the room, his mind racing with countless thoughts.
The loud thumping of his heart echoed in his ears, drowning out everything else. He realized he had been holding his breath, his chest tight with worry as he waited for the man to come back.
The shouting outside gradually died down until he could no longer hear it. Finally, Ryul stepped inside, his expression stormy.
Jihoon stood up immediately, trying to find the right words to say, but they got stuck in his throat. He could only stare at Ryul in silence, not wanting to upset him further with questions.
"Why do you look so tense?"
Ryul broke into a small, apologetic smile as he stepped closer. "I'm sorry. Were you scared?"
"…"
