Kyung was half lying on his back, half leaned back against the headrest of Jiho‘s bed. Zico had one arm thrown over Kyung‘s stomach, hand holding his phone, some old movie flickering over the screen. Kyung held a novel, lazily turning pages from time to time. He marked his current page and set his book down, looking at a point over Jiho’s shoulder.

“When are you having the meeting for that magazine shoot again?”

Jiho paused his video and turned his head to be able to see the older’s face.
“Tomorrow morning. Why?”
He looked concerned, eyebrows furrowing already.