GARAM let out a deep sigh.
Of course, Song Sihyuk immediately sat beside him.
Is he a ghost? He was busy talking on the phone, but just one sigh from me and he's already here.
By 'here,' Garam meant his recording studio.
Song Sihyuk had turned the annex building of their mansion into his personal studio, where he had given 'birth' to his songs as a solo artist.
Anyways, his husband picked him up there because it was already time for dinner.
Our Gunwoo is babysitting our Seulgi since our son doesn't have school today.
"What's wrong, honey?" Song Sihyuk asked, sitting on the armrest of the sofa where Garam was sitting on. "That was a deep sigh."
"I'm sad, Hyung."
"Why are you sad?"
"Because I won't be able to accompany our son to the US," Garam said worriedly. "I'm not sure about letting Gunwoo live in a dorm, away from us. It's not like the US is just next door. Even if we use your private plane, it will still take us more than half a day to get to our son."
