Youngbae’s whole body lurched at the harsh voice that had called out to him, immediately straightening up and turning towards the sound. The male’s eyebrows were a bit furrowed with both confusion and embarrassment, eyes wide as he stared at the lithely built man before him. Blinking a few times, the idol looked back down towards the wrinkly dog that was tied to the parking meter; his morning run in between meetings for his group’s upcoming concert had taken him down a city street and had thought the dog looked friendly enough to pet. Plus, its wrinkles reminded him of his own dog Homie. Is he talking about the dog? Or… “Oh- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do anything- is he not friendly?”