February 16, 2019:
It'd been a week.
It still made Sangwoo's skin crawl; the feeling of the stranger's cold hands moving up his jeans and then tugging them down, the cold air hitting his body, the fingers working themselves inside him, forcefully stimulating him to the point of climax, the degrading words he spoke-
"Sangwoo, would you like some breakfast?" Soobin asked carefully.
"Hmm?"
"Breakfast?"
He'd fallen silent again.
Sangwoo had been different ever since he and Yeonjun had tried to speak to him that day, almost like a shell of his former self. He'd begun to spend more and more time in the practice room. The boy wasn't sure of the last time he'd seen the older male in the room he shared with Yeonjun. The few times he did happen to see the guy, Sangwoo was mostly silent.
Another odd thing was how he now wore two layers of clothing. Granted, it was cold, but it felt off somehow. It was already weird enough that he always wore full T-shirts. He never took his shirt off or let anyone sleep on his shoulder these days, either. It wasn't as if they meant to do it when it happened, but it was definitely more than a little strange. Both he and Yeonjun had asked what was up multiple times, but the older had brushed them off every time they tried.
The most jarring thing, though, was Sangwoo's utter disdain for physical contact. That was a fact they all knew from the beginning, but Soobin felt like it was twice as worse now, as if all of them had a disease and Sangwoo was trying his best to avoid being infected.
The youngest two felt the drastic change the most. Hueningkai had been shocked when Sangwoo had gently placed his head on the pillow when he'd fallen asleep against him three days ago. Okay, that in itself wasn't shocking, but it was the way his expression turned stony that had been a cause for alarm. That, and the man had spent the next half an hour in the bathroom taking a shower.
What was wrong with that, you might ask? It was the fact that Sangwoo had taken a shower an hour before the incident occurred.
Sangwoo would never be rude to Taehyun, but he would never be nice either. Well, maybe 'nice' wouldn't be the right word for it. It was more along the lines of curt, like he'd done something to anger Sangwoo.
He now kept his answers short and mostly one-worded.
In sum, the oldest occupant tried to avoid the rest of his companions to the best of his abilities. And it troubled Soobin. What was it that Sangwoo now never so much as looked any of them in the eye? Why spend so much time in the practice room? Why not tell anyone what was going on?
He'd also lost quite a bit of weight, enough that it was borderline unhealthy. That could be due to his refusal to eat sweets, or any junk food in general, however. That was one thing Soobin admired about the older male; his dedication to his diet. Soobin could never remember an instance when Sangwoo didn't eat healthy. It didn't matter how late or how hungry he was, the blond haired male would never touch so much as a pancake or a piece of chocolate.
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