《Small》[K.Wp. + Y.Dw.]

《7: Coming home》

Wonpil literally disappeared from Dowoon's sight, he stopped coming to the café and also as Dowoon was blocked he couldn't talk to him, he never saw himself as a stalker thought, he just had this number for so long, also he liked Wonpil when they were at school, but he never had the courage to go and talk to him properly, so he just didn't, he really got the number at a bathroom's door, at the café, how was he supposed to know that it was HIS Wonpil.

Dowoon got up at the same time to go to work, he haven't been sleeping that well recently, but he was trying his best, he was feeling sick again, his head was hurting a lot and he took a med to at least make the pain stop a bit, he brushed his teeth and looked at the mirror, he was pale, but he didn't notice and just went out, he grabbed his wallet and a paper that he always took with him and put onto his pocket.

The way to work was kind of long, but he normally enjoyed, he was a morning person on the biggest part of the year, but today wasn't one of those days where he was feeling nice and melancholic, he looked at the window, he didn't know if it was foggy, but in his eyes it seemed like it. He got out of the bus, he was definitely not feelong well, he went to the front of the building and looked for the keys on his pockets.

He tried to see who was coming so early again at the café, but he couldn't see at all, his view was too foggy, it was weird, because it was a warm day, a really warm morning also, what is uncommon, he tried to say to that person that they will open in 15 minutes, but he couldn't as he felt his skin touching the ground and a blackout.
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Wonpil woke up too early for his own taste, he was tired from working on his thesis for music theory all night, he went to sleep at 3am, why would he wake up SO EARLY, he cursed at himself and tried to sleep again and, of course, he failed.

He got up and his mind was a void, he wanted to rest, he had forgotten about the Dowoon's case, he just stopped talking with him for like 2 months, but he missed being distracted late night, but he also didn't want to talk to a weird stalker. He went to Bullet Café, very early again, he was too tired to think and the morning was strangely too warm.

Walking straight and slow he saw Dowoon, he was so pale that morning, Wonpil thought about going home for split second when he saw Dowoon falling and hitting his head really hard at the floor. Wonpil panicked, he didn't know what to do, he ran into the younger boy and looked if his head was bleeding, it wasn't bleeding at all, but the boy didn't seem to be waking up that soon after hitting his head in that way. Wonpil took his phone and tried to think about who he should call. He tried calling an ambulance, but his phone was without signal, he tried shaking Dowoon to see if he reacted, but he didn't seem to react at all.

-HELP, CAN SOMEONE HELP ME! - Wonpil screamed two guys appeared looking concerned.

-What happened? Do you need us to carry him, we can help. - The two started lifting the boy even before Wonpil reply.

-Uh, m-my house is close, do you think you guys can take him there, he is uh, my friend! - They nodded

Wonpil panicked again, did he just put a stranger, a STALKER, in HIS, house, it seemed absurd, but he wouldn't let the boy fallen in that way at the street.

- Thank you, just lay him here, please, thank you again - he said pointing at his old black sofa.

Dowoon was still pale and he seemed to be shivering even not awake, Wonpil felt a bit of pity and took a blanket for the younger boy, was he having a fever? The awnser is yes and wonpil knew it, so he looked at the blanket and put back in place, he decided to take a bit of water and put into an old shirt of his and put into his forehead, trying to slow the fever, he was really desperated, but it was what he could do at the moment. He sat at the floor and stared at the boy, why was he so concerned, maybe his heart was too soft and good, he slowly fell asleep into the floor, using the sofa as a place to rest his head.

《Finally y'all will get some good food》