HANEUL glanced up and saw Seojun standing there, a water bottle in hand. The chill he'd felt earlier must have come from it. As their eyes met, a subtle wave of disappointment washed over him—like expecting to see someone else, someone he had been unconsciously wanting to see, only to find another person in their place.
He quickly chastised himself for letting his thoughts drift in that direction. He must be more exhausted than he realized to even think like that. Shaking off the feeling, he forced a smile at Seojun—a little too bright, perhaps, as if trying to mask the flicker of disappointment he didn't want to admit was there.
