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- 𝕋ℍ𝕀ℝ𝕋𝕐-𝔼𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋 -
𝕚 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞
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• wooyoung •
he wasn't there. it's been six hours since i came back inside. the sun went down not too long ago, yunho was still gone- sending a message saying he'd be with mingi all night.
hongjoong stopped by a few hours ago, saying his hellos and pleads to yeosang, though nothing changed, and he grumpily left again with tears in his eyes and his hand in seonghwas.
i waited in the living room for a few hours, to see if maybe yeosang would come out, would call to me.
but still, he hasn't.
my eyes stayed trained on the clock on the wall, flicking to the hallway and then back in its place.
9:56 pm and he still hasn't come out to eat dinner.
when he took his lunch i don't know, but it was evident he did by the two empty, dirty bowls in the sink, one being the one i gave him this morning. a knock sounded on the door, snapping my gaze towards it and away from the clock.
"coming!" i called out, standing up and padding over to the door, looking through the peephole before unlocking it and opening it.
"thank you..." i mumbled to the man walking away, who didn't even bother to see if i would open the door let alone actually hand me my food.
"jerk." i bent down, picking up the bag of food i ordered before swiftly getting up and shutting the door behind me, not forgetting to lock it. biting my lip i made my way to the kitchen, placing the bag on the counter and moving to the cupboards.
standing on my tippy toes i pulled out two plates, shutting the cabinets and then walking back over the the bag of food.
i put the plates down side by side, reaching into the bag and grabbing the box of dakgongjeong- yeosangs favorite~
i opened the box, humming to myself while placing the pieces of chicken on the plates. then moving to the box of kimchi and putting some of that on the plates as well. i grabbed two chopsticks and two forks just in case, shutting the food and putting the leftovers (for hongjoong and yunho) in the fridge, throwing the brown paper bag away.
i made my way towards yeosangs room, knocking on the door with my foot, since my hands were holding the plates.
"sangie? it's me again, wooyoung." i placed his plate in front of the door, stepping back before clearing my throat.
