"I wondered if you'd forgotten to come back after going abroad, Joon-won," Son Hwan said with mock exasperation, his voice loud enough to turn heads. "We were this close to flying over and dragging you back ourselves if you delayed any longer."
Before Joon-won could respond, Son Hwan flung an arm around his neck, pulling him into a loose headlock with a grin plastered across his face. Joon-won chuckled helplessly at the dramatic display, though his gaze shifted toward Taeyang, who stood a step back, arms folded and face neutral—almost too neutral.
Joon-won raised his hands in mock surrender, already sensing their shared irritation. Yeah, I probably deserved this, he thought. It was no secret he hadn't been the best at keeping in touch while he was abroad, and he knew his silence had probably worried them both more than they let on.
