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Younghyun knew he screwed up. Wonpil didn’t have to say anything, he already realized his mistake when he entered the dorm and saw a table full of food and set for two.
Tupperware lids being opened and closed, the plates and utensils clanging against each other as they were returned to the rack, and Wonpil shaking his head when Younghyun moved to help him throw away the takeout boxes—all of it made Younghyun feel like the worst boyfriend to ever exist.
“Welcome back,” Wonpil said after five minutes of silence as he carried the packed food in his arms, his back facing Younghyun. “You’ve eaten, right? I’ll put these in the fridge.”
“Wonpil...”
“I couldn't eat so we can have this for lunch tomorrow. Or later, I should say.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“Did you have fun with the radio staff? Did you eat a lot?” Younghyun nodded stiffly, fighting the urge to scoop up Wonpil in his arms and apologize until the sun rose. Wonpil smiled at his reply, weary but still genuine. It made him feel even more guilty. “That’s good. Go take a bath, you smell like smoke and meat.”
Younghyun took a quick shower, wanting to apologize again to Wonpil immediately, but his boyfriend wasn’t in the living room anymore after he got out of the bathroom, and even when Younghyun went to his room fully expecting to see Wonpil lounging on his bed, he wasn’t there.
The couch being empty and Younghyun’s bed remaining unoccupied meant that Wonpil was sleeping in his own room—something that hasn’t happened since Dowoon left their dorm.
With his heart feeling more like an iceberg instead of an organ, Younghyun knocked on Wonpil’s door. After a few unanswered knocks, Younghyun entered his boyfriend’s room, wincing at the sight of Wonpil curled up into a ball at the far left of his bed, the blanket tucked up until his eyes.
Younghyun slid in next to him and drew the blanket a bit lower, worried that it made it difficult for Wonpil to breathe.
“I won’t forget next time. I’ll never leave you hanging like that ever again.”
“I know,” Wonpil mumbled against his pillow. Younghyun wrapped an arm around him little by little and sighed in relief when he didn’t pull away. “But I still feel upset.”
“I’m really sorry.”
“I always look forward to eating with you when you get back, but we don’t always have to do that. Just promise me you’ll call if you suddenly have other plans. And promise me you’ll always carry a power bank so your phone doesn’t die.”
“I promise.” Younghyun reached for Wonpil’s hand and linked their pinkies together.
“Seal it,” Wonpil said, and Younghyun took their entwined hands and kissed Wonpil’s finger. “Not enough.”
Younghyun pressed a kiss to his cheek for a few seconds, almost getting distracted by how soft Wonpil’s skin was and how good he smelled. “I promise.”
He let their hands part as Wonpil turned around to face him but Younghyun pulled him in closer until their noses were touching. “Again.”
“I promise,” Younghyun vowed once more, then cupped Wonpil’s jaw to kiss him on the mouth, rejoicing at the feeling of a growing smile against his lips.