Beomgyu

— Bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

From the very beginning of the walk, Beomgyu had been complaining about being thirsty. They'd only walked a couple hundred meters from the entrance, and he was already complaining as if he'd been wandering in the desert for three days. And, as luck would have it, there were no stalls or vending machines around: only trees, paths, and the noise of the city somewhere beyond the fence.

Soobin sighs heavily, rubs the bridge of his nose, and looks up at the sky, as if asking, "Why?" But Beomgyu doesn't let up.

• Subiin! I'm thirsty!

He clutches his throat and makes a pained face. Subin remains silent, knowing that his answer will lead to a long process of persuasion.

• Well, Subi-i-in! My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth!

Subin looks askance. There's still fifteen minutes until the exit, the heat is oppressive, and his friend is acting like a child.

There's no choice. He sighs, turns, and walks toward the entrance to the park, leaving Beomgyu on the bench. Past the oak trees, the playground, the lawn—and there's the kiosk.

He buys a cold iced coffee and comes back. He hands over the drink.

Beomgyu takes a sip… and winces.

• Ugh. That's not it. I wanted a strawberry smoothie.