[Oneshot] [Fluff] [3.5k words] Yongguk just knew something was wrong. Because Himchan opened the door to his room and just stood there with it open. Yongguk took off his headphones in caution and put them down, along with the music sheets on his lap and caught the guitar he knocked over as he turned his chair around. If Himchan was scowling or frowning, Yongguk would not be this worked up. He wasn’t. In fact, he was just standing there with an expression unreadable and it made Yongguk feel slightly uncomfortable.

Because when that door opened, Himchan walked in with a delicious cup of hot coffee and planted a perfect kiss on Yongguks’ cheek. It wasn’t a soft kiss, or neither was it hard. It was just, the perfect kiss. It lasted just the right amount of time and pressed in just the perfect amount on his skin and it left Yongguk inspirited if he wanted to stay up any later on his little workplace. Today there was none of that.

Himchan hadn’t even changed his clothes. He was still wearing his tie.

“What’s up?” Yongguk asked straight away.

Himchan blinked – as he himself came out of his thoughts just then, and rubbed his forehead in worry.
“It’s Jongup.”

“… Himchan?” Yongguk repeated, unsure of what’s to be asked.

Jongup had been getting to trouble lately. It’s only been a week since they visited the principal at Jongups’ school because he got into a fight. Yongguk had just one worry. ‘He’s only 16’.
“Someone beat him up.” Himchan stated matter of factly and rubbed his temples. Yongguk narrowed his brows. “What?”

“He’s not talking to me, I don’t know what to do anymore.” Himchan gave in with a final sigh and let go of the doorknob he was holding. “He’s got a black eye and I’m not buying that he ran into a pole, Yongguk. Something is wrong.” He concluded.