━━THE FOLLOWING DAY wasn't the best for beomgyu. at least not in the morning. his favorite-not to mention lucky-shirt got torn in the dryer, and he tripped while tying his shoelaces. down the stairs.

he didn't even want to show up at work, but he knew there'd always be someone there, who probably wasn't waiting for him, but he'd pretend since she always managed to make his day brighter.

and, like always, she did.

she gave him a bandaid and didn't grumble as much as usual, but a small scowl was still plastered on her face.

beomgyu thought she was equivalently amazing no matter what expression she wore.