Seonghwa's pov:
Wooyoung and San didn't show up for breakfast today. Yeo showed up as usual, piling his plate with a heap of food and disappearing back into his room.
Hongjoong's room
Aish. What do I care about anyways. Gone. done.
I'm over him.
I laugh at how ridiculous that sounds as I approach San's closed door.
"San?"
I'm met with silence so I try again.
"San? Are you okay? Why didn't you come down for-" I step back as the door is swung open and he appears with half closed eyes.
Was he sleeping??
I look at him incredulously and he laughs at my expression before speaking. His voice sounds tired.
"Hyung. Can you please-send two plates of pancakes up? One with raspberry sauce and the other without"
I meet his eyes as he silently begs me not to ask. And I don't.
"Yup. Sure" I turn away without entertaining the burning desire of mine to peek through his door.
I wave a hand at his quiet thank you and stroll down to give his order.
One without raspberry sauce.
For Wooyoung.
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Do y'all like raspberry sauce?
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