I want something greasy

Haeun's reply came in almost immediately, his message short and playful:

"About time, Yeong. Where's my backup?"

Yeongsoo chuckled, tucking his phone away as he crossed the crowded floor toward the front where Haeun stood. Haeun caught sight of him, and a brief flash of relief passed over his face before he turned back to the press, smoothly fielding questions as if he hadn't been waiting.

Yeongsoo positioned himself discreetly to one side, close enough to step in if needed, but far enough to let Haeun have his moment. The launch was a massive success, evident in the captivated expressions of the audience, all hanging onto Haeun's every word. But even in his element, Haeun's gaze flicked over to him, as if to make sure Yeongsoo was there.

When the press conference wrapped up, the room burst into applause, and Haeun finally made his way over to him. A faint grin tugged at his lips as he murmured, "Thought you might have abandoned me to all those vultures."