𝔹𝕝𝕦𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤, Beomjun

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Apparently, all it took for his onset of irritability lately to dissipate was letting all of his stress out at once. His venture out yesterday played a major role in calming him down and he feels like his normal self again.

Yes, last night and what happened was odd but he realised it also helped him get better. There's no way he'd ever engage in that type of behaviour if he was well. Even his sick alpha was repulsed that badly it'd kick-started his recovery and returned him to his optimum wellness by morning.

It's why now, the morning after, he's sitting happily at the dining room table as he stuffs his face with the food in front of him. He eats heartedly, ripping the toast in his hands into smaller pieces and throwing it into his mouth with a pleasant smile on his face.

The taste of honey is like a thick silk on his tongue and it goes great with the orange he peels open next, flavours mixing on his tongue. He noms loudly, chewing with his mouth open as he peels free another piece of his orange, disturbing both his mother and cousin with his behaviour.

Taehyun takes a sip of his tea and watches Yeonjun with a curious brow, it's not often he's so happy in the morning, and only weirder when you consider his foul moods as of lately.

The latter hasn't noticed his watchful audience, biting into a piece of toast, acting like he hasn't been fed in days. It could be down to him really enjoying the food, it's easy to tell he does by the way his brows are creased and the pout he wears that curls the corner of his lips down.

Those who don't know him would think he is angry, but it's how he expresses his enjoyment specifically towards food.

Yeonjun's mother eats with a lot more grace, gently taking her spoon into her hands and dipping it into her cereal. She lets the flavours meet her tongue. Sweet from the sugar and a little soggy since she wasted time eyeing her son, but she prefers it that way. Smiling to herself, content.

When Yeonjun's done being a messy eater, Taehyun gestures to the corner of his own lip to inform Yeonjun there are crumbs on his. Yeonjun brings the back of his hand to his mouth and uses it as a napkin, brushing it off on his top and looking up to see if anyone notices.

They do.

Yeonjun's mother clears her throat and plants her elbows on the table, where she sits opposite him, her hands clasped together and there's an inquisitive look on her face. Yeonjun cocks a brow, eyes flickering between his mother and his cousin.

Now he wishes he hadn't eaten so fast because the expression on her face is the same stubborn gaze she has when she wants to know something.

She's got a talent for prying information too, with the ability to read it on her son's face she tends to find out no matter what (apart from the few times he's managed to lie to her, which he takes pride in). But there's no way she knows about last night and surely she wouldn't be so happy if she did. Not when he's on their list of enemies.

"Who were you with last night?" she questions, scanning over Yeonjun's face for the slightest of muscle movements, anything to confirm his guilt.

Luckily, he's well-practiced in the art of lying to his mother, and that's all because she likes to quiz him so much. He's gotten to know all his tells and he's getting pretty good at keeping up a facade. Or he thinks so at least, he's practiced more in the mirror than lying to her directly. Though, the woman's a human lie detector, he wouldn't be surprised if she sees through him despite his best efforts.