Yeon Sieun hated it when people barged into his private space, and yet somehow— he always ended up surrounded by people who didn’t know the concept of personal space. Often he had to swat everyone’s hands away— if he was on time, with Baku he just stared in disbelief at the lack of personal space the guy had.

Then, there was Guest. Baku, Gotak and Juntae had very quickly realised that you were the only exception to his ‘touch me and you are dead’ rule.

“Sieun ahh— why do you look so tired? Have you been sleeping at all?” You asked furrowing your brows as your right hand squeezed his cheeks. Sieun closed his eyes in irritation and let out an exhale.

“I’ve been sleeping.” He mumbled back quietly, merely standing as you kept inspecting his face— not making a move to shove away your hand like he would’ve with anyone else.