“what are you waiting for?”
daehyun stands in the front door with his arms crossed, eyes narrowed in anger. “what the hell,” he says, phone in hand. he’d only found out via text about ten minutes ago on his way back from the bonfire that his ex boyfriend was suddenly staying in his suite, with no reason, no questions, nothing. now he knows elijah is somewhere in the suite, out of sight though he can still probably hear whatever daehyun and june are saying. “this is my room, too!"
if it was just daehyun, he wouldn’t be so angry. maybe it would give him a chance to talk about things, to apologize properly like he failed to do last time. even though it’s been days since elijah came to him looking devastated, daehyun couldn’t find the courage to actually talk to him about it – he’s been avoiding him all this time. which is why he’s so livid that suddenly he has to be stuck in the same room as him and his creepy hostile boyfriend. (or not-yet-boyfriend, whatever, but daehyun’s already caught enough pda between them to know that there’s something. gross.)
"i know you don’t like me, but you should’ve given me some more warning at least,” he huffs, sliding his sunglasses off and entering the room properly, finally resigning to his fate. “dick move, man.” he grumbles under his breath, kicking his sandals away before slinking off to his bedroom, where he’ll be locking himself away for the night.
