𝔸𝕔𝕔𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕝 -𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕓𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕦𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪, 𝕠𝕣 𝕦𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕝𝕪.
A brawl amongst friends.
It only takes one drink to become drunk.
One night - to become pregnant.
A simple word that the man would normally disregard, yet that simple word caused him to pause in his next choice of words. He didn't know how to react after disputing her mood swing and receiving a hit that left him stunned. He wasn't angry; rather, he felt... proud.
His black hair was a jumble, jutting out in all directions in distress. He never imagined he'd be under such pressure just to make some breakfast. Gun was dressed in a blue button-up long-sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows and the bottom tucked into his black jeans. He was wearing a black T-shirt underneath his shirt. He was wearing socks of various colors, believe it or not. When he learned it was his turn to watch Choon-Hee, he struggled to get ready.
He made smoothies and yogurt with toppings for breakfast. She was adamant about not eating.
"...why?"
Silence. All he got was a deafening stillness, which only made him more anxious.
Finally, she opens her mouth and responds in a low, uncertain tone that he barely hears.
"It's not that I don't like it... It's just that I can't eat it..."
Blank. His expression became expressionless. Before, you couldn't see any emotion from him, but you could tell he was stressed. His hair was even acting up, a bed-hair she had never seen before. His elbows were on the table, his fingers entwined and laid in a line. His forehead was gradually descending to rest on top of his entwined fingers. Choon noticed that his entire body was leaning on the table and that his muscles were tensing even more as the minutes passed.
"... and why... aren't you able to eat it?" He inquires gently. For someone this stressed, he's acting far too softly.
Choon nervously plays with her fingers as she looks down at the breakfast he had served her. How was she supposed to explain why she couldn't eat the meal that looked so good? "Joon Goo will know... he normally prepares my breakfast." Gun exhales quietly, murmuring curses under his breath.
"That dickhead-... you can't tell me?" She slowly shakes her head and observes as one of the ten geniuses leans back and runs his fingers through his hair. He should have listened to Goo before he left because he uttered a lot of things while putting on his jacket, shoes, and grabbing his keys. "She needs to eat nutritious breakfast, but the wrong sort can make her puke; I put some dosirak in the fridge for her to take with her; she gets hungry easily, and her cravings can trigger some of her mood swings-" That's how long he sat and listened.
He stood up and took out his phone before making a call. After a few signals, an irritated voice responded. "What the hell do you want?!?" Goo yelled loudly, and Gun rubbed his suddenly painful ear. "...It concerns Choon-Hee's meal..."
