"I always liked that, actually. Pretty sure it was eomma." Gyungho smiled a little, his heart aching at the mention of his beloved eomma. It had been rough to lose her, he still wasn't over it. "I wish I had a name that rhymed but that kinda sums it up, yeah? I don't belong in their lives. I don't fit. And that's cool. I keep an eye out, I warn them and I care but I don't get close. It's better for them."

He didn't want to make anything worse. He smiled at Minjun and put his hands on his best friend's shoulders. "I can see you're worrying. It's written across your face. Stop it, okay? No need to worry. Focus on your hot bae and the take over. We can discuss my shit when we're living large, yeah?"