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❝ 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 : 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 ❞

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and just like that, wonwoo was back to his normal days. to his hours of seating inside his own office, rumbling through file cases that need to be done before the end of the day. he sat in silence, looking through every each details and information through the laptop screen. he didn't even realized a knock from his door until a hand shakes his shoulder.

wonwoo looks up. "oh. mingyu." the older smiles shortly before continuing his work. "what do you need?" honestly wonwoo was trying to avoid his friends, especially mingyu. because he knew they will asked him the same thing over and over again. and mingyu- he saw everything. he saw how wonwoo was breaking down, he saw how wonwoo was turning back to the old wonwoo, the soft-hearted and calm wonwoo- and wonwoo hates it. he hates when that old version of himself was showing again, no matter how much he changed it for this past years.

so wonwoo avoid the gaze that were locked at him.

mingyu sighed deeply. "wonwoo, look at me." but wonwoo ignores, still typing whatever on his darn laptop. "please?" mingyu said again, inching closer from the place he was standing. wonwoo just let out a breath he was holding, and look up to mingyu. "what do you want? you know i'm busy right?"

wonwoo can sense the awkward in his tone, so he coughed to shake it off. mingyu just simply shakes his head. "will you take a break, please? you just got back from hospital yesterday and here you are, overworking yourself. won, it's already 3am." mingyu can't hide his worried face. it's all shown and wonwoo can noticed his begging tone. "i know you haven't consumed anything yet. let's get something to eat and i'll send you home, yeah?" mingyu's voice were now barely above whisper, but wonwoo still can hears it clearly- god, they were the only one left inside this department for goodness sake.

wonwoo's about to say no, until his stomach growls, and he winced in pain. oh great, here comes gastric. he take another look at mingyu who crossed his arms.

"alright, alright! let me finish things up." wonwoo sighed in defeat, there's no point of arguing anymore. and he had to be honest, he is indeed hungry. taking only biscuits last night really made him kind of regret. and his stomach was not in good condition, everyone knows. and that's why here's mingyu worrying over him for not eating.

mingyu just chuckles and hummed, while his eyes stares at the older.

after their food arrives, mingyu can't help but laughed at the older. "if you're that hungry, why didn't you eat anything earlier?" he thanked the waiter and finally starts eating. wonwoo, with food stuffed inside his mouth rolled his eyes. "shut up." and continue devouring the pasta.

they ate in silence, and mingyu kept glancing at the older. his head was contemplating, whether to asked him or not. as much as mingyu's curiosities playing inside his head, he just can't open his mouth, afraid to hurts wonwoo. and he didn't want to see wonwoo's in pain- like last night. mingyu shakes off the thought.

wonwoo noticed the secret gazes mingyu always gave him, so he looks up. "i know what's playing in your head now. don't ask." he said softly, and look at his food. great, now he lost his appetites. mingyu was taken aback, flustered at wonwoo's sharp words. he just sighed and asked wonwoo slowly. "but still, why did you starve yourself?"

wonwoo looks up. "busy."

"that's a lie."

the older's lifted his eyebrow. "huh?"

"wonwoo, i'm working there too, remember? i know the deadlines for your reports are still long and surely the cases- you can just pass it to your staff. i know very well that's not a part of your job." mingyu frowned. of course that's not wonwoo's job. the older's rank inside police department were higher- higher than mingyu, seungcheol and hansol. so there's no reason for wonwoo to took that small case, handles it by himself.