When Taeyong wakes up, his mind is groggy as it flashes back to the events of yesterday. He rubs his eyes and thinks of Doyoung, realizing that said person has been on his mind a lot.
As the sun filters in through the dusty window, Taeyong rolls to his side and stretches his arms. Then, he rolls back and closes his eyes again.
Instead of going back to sleep, however, Taeyong thinks of Doyoung even more. He can't figure out what to do with him, but he does know that after getting this far, he can't abandon Doyoung either.
Something is weighing down Doyoung's shoulders, and Taeyong has the feeling that's he's the closest who's ever gotten to sharing that burden.
As he begins to slip off into sleep again, suddenly, Taeyong's phone rings. He tiredly picks it up from the table next to his bed and puts it to his ear.
"Hello?" he says, his voice deep and husky from just waking up.
"Hello? Did you just wake up?" the voice on the other end asks. "It's 1:07."
Taeyong finally opens his eyes and looks at his phone screen. It is indeed past noon. But as Taeyong notices the caller, he jerks up straight, feeling more awake than ever.
"Doyoung!!! Nice of you to call! Checking up on me because you're worried, huh?" he says, gleefully. He chuckles to himself as he hears Doyoung's exasperated sigh on the other side of the line.
"I'm hanging up."
"Wait, no! I'm kidding!! What's up?"
"Nothing, you just weren't replying to my text. Look at it now." Doyoung hangs up after that, leaving Taeyong to an empty line.
"Hmm, what a dom," Taeyong muses to himself as he opens his phone.
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And so Taeyong reads the flyer. Then, he understands.
