Ah, how it wasn’t a surprise at this point for Taekwoon to find himself in this kind of situations with the male, no matter how much the other tried to keep a positive attitude, whenever Taekwoon gives the slightest hint of returning to his, now seemingly ever lasting gloomy state, the other would immediately believe it was something that he did or said. But questioning their friendship so bluntly like that, that was a curve ball that Taekwoon never saw coming, and it made a knot form on the pit of his stomach. “No-– That’s not…” He was quick to mumble, but his phrase had faded when a question of his own slithered into his thoughts. Had he given yet another person a reason to believe their friendship wasn’t right? Way to go.
“Why would-–” He tried to shake the unsettling feeling, fingers curling on the warm porcelain of his coffee cup, as if he needed to hold onto something to not crumble at the moment, having lost so many friends on the spawn of a couple of weeks, he can only wonder what is is that he is doing wrong, and perhaps the youngest would help him get an answer. “Why would you think there’s a problem with our friendship?” His voice had a notorious ring of insecurity, and he couldn’t bring to keep his gaze focused on the male’s for more than a couple of seconds at a time.
