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book one ❧ [iii]

The next day, you had habitually started preparing three plates of breakfast before you caught yourself. In the first couple days after his passing, it was painfully in the foreground of your mind with everything you did, but this was the first time you'd found yourself going about a daily task and it had slipped your mind. You left the full plate of food in the kitchen to clean up later, and took just yours and your mom's plates to the kitchen table.

"Do you want to go on a walk after breakfast?" You proposed as you ate.

It was something that Hyukjun and your mom did every morning. Sometimes you joined them, but usually you took the opportunity to clean up around the house or get work done in the quiet. Your mother had no trouble ambulating, it was her mind that was going faster than anything else. With Hyukjun no longer here to walk with her, you didn't want her to lose that precious time going out, or the exercise. Not to mention, you needed to get out of the house again.

"Oh, I'd love to, sweetie," she agreed with a smile, one that you noticed didn't reach her eyes.

"After we're done, I'll clean up while you get ready."

As you scooped the extra food into a plastic container at the end of breakfast, you realized the lid that you'd grabbed was the wrong size. Opening the cabinet that contained all the plastic containers, you squatted down with a sigh, mentally preparing yourself to ransack through the absolute mess that greeted you down there. Hyukjun normally kept it meticulously organized, all containers accompanied by their proper lids, but in your rush to clean up after everyone left the wake late last night, you had effectively ruined all of it.

You tried to just look under a haphazard stack of plastic containers, and they of course all came crashing out onto the kitchen floor. You groaned, plopping down onto your butt as you got ready to have to put them all back. But as you went to pick up the first one, an overwhelming, crushing feeling of loneliness and sorrow hit you like a bus, and you covered your face as you started sobbing. The hot tears stung your eyes, every shaking breath you took hurt your chest, and even the task of putting the tupperware back seemed impossible and monumental now.

Rubbing one of your eyes, you inhaled and forced yourself to grab just one container to put back. "Come on, don't have time for this."

Slowly, you put the containers away, until there was one lid left that had slid much further away from you. You crawled over to it, realizing the shape seemed familiar as you held it in your hands. Standing back up, you fitted it over the container of leftovers you had perfectly.

"Huh." Your sobs petered out as you looked down at it curiously. "That could've been easier."

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Throwing open the front door, you grunted as you hauled your heavy grocery bags into the home.

"Y/N? Is that you?" Nayoung's voice called out. She had increased the frequency and duration of her visits since Hyukjun's passing, and today you took the opportunity to do some much-needed restocking of the kitchen during her stay.

"Yeah!" You yelled back.

"Do you need any help?"

"No, I'm fine!" You hopped on one foot as you tried to wedge your other foot behind the door to close it. "Just—Shit!"

The door suddenly came loose, slamming closed even harder than you had opened it. Nayoung came around the corner with wide eyes, looking rather startled.

"Is everything okay?" She asked, taking a couple bags from your hands, looking you over inquisitively.

You looked between your still-raised foot and the door, a bit dumbfounded. You swore you hadn't kicked it that hard. This wasn't actually your house, after all.