Crybaby

- Intro -

It was already late when the doorbell rang, and Yeosang opened the door to Yunho's and his apartment to get the food he had just ordered from his favorite delivery service. His mouth watered as the scent of the warm food wafted through the packaging and into his nose. He smiled and placed the food on the kitchen table, which he had already set. It was the first time in a long while that he and Yunho were home and had the chance to eat together.

He walked down the hall to Yunho's room and knocked. It was quiet, and he heard no response. He knocked again and asked, "Yunho?" as he opened the door.
Yunho sat in the dark at his desk. The flicker of the screen was the only source of light, and Yeosang looked at Yunho's profile, illuminated in the colors of the series he was watching. However, he seemed more lost in thought than following what was happening on the screen. The scene was strange, and Yeosang hesitated before repeating Yunho's name loudly.

Yunho jolted, obviously pulled out of his thoughts. "Huh?" he said confusedly, his big eyes looking at Yeosang questioningly. Yeosang could have sworn he saw tears in them, but it was too dark to be sure.

"Um, are you coming to the kitchen? I ordered us food." He smiled, and Yunho returned it tiredly.

"I'm not hungry."

"What?!" Yeosang was stunned, his own stomach dropping. The day had been long, and since breakfast, they had only had coffee and a little fruit during the breaks between their appointments.

Yunho still smiled, but now he lowered his gaze: "I really don't want anything. Thank you, Yeosang."

Yeosang hesitated again. "...okay. Then, sleep well, Yunho," he said. He closed the door behind him, returned to the kitchen, and put the extra cutlery and dishes back in the cabinets.

He had a bad feeling.