As Zion remained silent, Suga glanced back at him. The man's face looked composed, but the slight furrow in his brow made it clear—he didn't like what he had just heard.
"..."
Not wanting to dwell on the awkwardness, Suga turned back to the closet, focusing on picking out something to wear. Since he was staying in, he reached for a pair of lightweight shorts. But just as his fingers brushed against the fabric, his whole body was suddenly lifted off the ground.
His breath hitched.
Zion had grabbed him by the waist, effortlessly hoisting him up.
"!!!!!!"
His feet dangled, and a rush of panic struck him—if he moved too much, he might tip forward. Holding himself still, he twisted his head toward Zion. "Seriously, what's gotten into you… Put me down!"
"Why did you say that?" Zion finally spoke, his voice steady but firm.
"Say what?"
"That thing about me living with someone my age."
"… It's not like I said anything wrong. Are you offended?"
