𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐳𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐬 | 𝐡𝐡𝐣

ten.

"Have you all eaten? Ji, what the heck? It's almost noon, find something healthy around you quick—and make sure Hyunjin's food doesn't have any eggplant or he won't eat it—" you gasp, offended, "I'm not acting like his mom! Ugh, just make sure none of you starve or die, or I'll kill you. Okay, love you."

You groan as you rub your temples, tucking your phone in your pocket for less than a second before you pull it out again, dialing Hyunjin, "I'm pretty sure Han didn't tell you guys what I said, so I'm telling you. Hyunjin please eat something within the next half-hour and please, please don't die. Thank you and see you at home."

You're about to text Minho, but you stop when you hear snickering behind you, turning and glaring at Felix from your desk, "What's so funny Lix?"

"You do sound like his mom," His freckled cheeks pushing upwards against his eyes and his deep voice chuckles. You puff out your cheeks, still death-staring the Australian, "Hey, don't make that face, you'll get wrinkles."

You stick your tongue out at him, before turning back to your desk. Disappointed with the minimal work you'd completed throughout the entire day. You had tried to focus, every trick from gum to music, but you couldn't seem to focus.

"Are you okay?" Felix asks more tenderly, a genuine worry in his eyes at your distressed figure. You nod awkwardly, shaking your head both yes and no, drawing a laugh from Felix when you reach for your phone again, "[Y/N], I'm sure he's fine. It's almost like you've forgotten how to function without him."

His words draw another's attention, "Without who? Does [Y/N] have a boyfriend?" An excited, girlish giggle escaping your close coworker.

"Not yet, unfortunately," Felix informs her, smirking at your beet red face, "Although she's definitely fond of a certain someone—well, two someones—"

You whack him, making him stop your embarrassment and chuckling, "Don't listen to him. I'm just worried about my roommate..." Trying to convince yourself more than her. She nods and leaves, and you're stuck with your thoughts. You knew Hyunjin was a reason you couldn't focus, but had you seriously stopped functioning because he wasn't with you?

Well, you had been temporarily only working from home—thank goodness for your flexible job—and you hadn't really been away from the blond for this long since that time he kicked you out of his dance practice because he was embarrassed, and you didn't know what to do then either.

You groan when you realize you had, infact, hardwired your brain to always be worrying about Hyunjin. Felix, as if reading your thoughts, places a hand on your shoulder, patting it lightly as if to say, "Mhm," with the most obnoxiously drawn out syllables possible.

Cradling your head in one of your palms, you begin to reread the document laid out before you, marking off each box lazily as you wonder how to get out of this rut.

Hyunjin didn't think you were overbearing, did he? It wasn't like you were always over his shoulder or anything, right? Making sure he was fed and healthy was what you were supposed to do!

Oh no, you shuddered, I do sound like his mom.

——

"I thought you said you liked horror films?" Minho stares at his terrified counterpart, hands on his hips, as he stares at the shivering duo in disbelief.

"I did! Just because I like them doesn't mean I'm not scared of them!" Shrieking as he hides his face under the blanket he was sharing with Hyunjin, "It's so predictable but creepy at the same time..."

Hyunjin peaks through his fingers, chewing his lip as he gawks at the screen in horror, "Oh my gosh, please turn it off! No, don't! Just—oh my goodness, why is it so nerve-wracking!"