✓ NIGHT DRIVE ━ kim dongyoung

🌑 . . chapter ten.

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❝ okay, continue with your sappy shit. ❞

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( december 09, 2020 )

"hey, love!"

raeil cheerily greeted upon entering their shared household (an apartment, to be exact) after a long day at work, placing her shoulder bag on top of the nearby table desks. her initial main objective was simple : walking towards where doyoung sat and giving him a small peck on the cheek.

"hi," he responded in a rather, dry manner. a noticeably fake smile tinted his lips, not looking away from the paper—probably includes lyrics he needed to memorize—even after that sweet cheek kiss.

the girl found it unusual. usually, his energy towards her was equally lively to hers at this very moment, except times when he was sick. or tired. maybe he was tired.

but of what? it left her thinking.

"are you okay?"

"yes."

yet again another bitter reply was voiced by him.

"are you sure?"

"yeah."

another question popped inside her mind after seconds of realizing that his personal elaboration wasn't anymore expected from him in this condition. "don't you have band practice here every wednesday? why aren't they here?"

"they're practicing at jungwoo's place."

"without you?"

he shrugged. "i didn't want to go today."

raeil was certain that something was up. the silence within doyoung said it all. he wasn't really the best in masking physical emotions, causing his frustration to seep through the way his eyebrows were furrowed down to how his lips were pursed.

"wanna talk about your day?" she persisted.

"raeil, i'm fine. let me focus on this."

the glare he shot after the statement was partially unintentional, but it sure did the job to scare her of in the meantime well. after a quick mutter of okay, she stood up and headed to her room to prepare for a much awaited shower.

the thought lingered in her mind a little longer, even as the night sunk.

she knew it was bad to not think about the situation.

but wouldn't it also be foolish to overanalyze along with baseless observations?

maybe he just needed his space.

jeez, he's weird.

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