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It was a good day. It was supposed to be a good day. Though like all other days of the other weeks before then, and coming after the age of Do Eunho being 32 years old, single and searching, he has wound up in an emergency department of the closest hospital possible, his precious bike a total loss, somewhere around his head he is bleeding, yet.
He takes out his phone and started to make a quick call. Full of remorse. Full of regret. Anxious energy through the roof despite the nausea blooming right over his chest. Eunho didn’t know if the crash feeds into this or all that he could think of is the sickening failure of another befitting bachelor to fill in the puzzle between his fingers and the lines on his palm.
How bad is bad?
For a second there, Eunho forgot how to call someone. After a couple of minutes touching random apps, exiting them, staring blankly at the screen until it locked out and locked back in again, Eunho manages to call the number he wanted to hit up the first place.
He was in a waiting mode. On a hospital bed. A busy department. The nurse or someone had checked in on him and told him to wait after doing some preliminary assessments knowing him. Blinded his eye for a second with the tiny flashlight another time. The first time was when he was carried and inside the ambulance where the EMT was reminding him to hold the vomit he was about to project while the frantically tried to find a plastic bag or something. Eunho ended up not vomiting, just seeing flashes in his eyes, a crazy ringing in his ears, bricks pressing into his skull, throbbing like crazy.
Eunho felt fine though. Aside from the tears and scratches on his skin, his knees, along his forearm… he didn’t really take a close look at it though. All he could think of is the guilt eating him up.He forgot to feel grateful that he was alive, he forgot that he basically survived the accident almost unscathed aside from some bruises and scratches and maybe a little bleeding somewhere around his head where he had hit his head somewhere on the concrete. But all that he could think about was the guilt eating him alive from having to cancel a date that he felt weirdly excited for.
After the second ring, the other of the line picked up.
Not exactly know what to say, Eunho just lets words come out of his mouth, crossed imaginary fingers, and hopes for the best.
He clears his throat, his heart taking up a race after the first, gruff “Hello?”
“Hi, I’m calling to cancel our blind date?” Eunho let out a chuckle as if it was his fault he got into this mess, “…I’m actually in the ER right now…,” another weird, guilty giggle, “I’m sorry.”
“You’re in the ER? Which hospital?”
Eunho blinked to himself. “Seonghwi… I’m really really sorry about this, I swear it’s not because I want to cancel or anything—,”
“Seonghwi? Seonghwi hospital?”
“Y-yeah. I got into an accident and I can’t really remember how—,”
“H-hold on. You’re there right now?”
“Yes? Got here with an ambulance though.”
“I work there. I’m a doctor there.”
That paused Eunho. “What do you mean you work here? A doctor?”
“Is there anyone attending you yet? I’m gonna come. The restaurant we’re meeting at isn’t far from the hospital, wait for me alright?”
“Wait, wait—,”
“Oh, hold on, I got a call. See you later!”
“What— I—,” Eunho didn’t finish when the call ended. He stared at the blank screen in shock. “I mean, I guess you can come down here… but— uh… okay…,” Eunho muttered in bewilderment to himself.
It was about fifteen minutes later, within that time frame a nurse came up to patch his wounds and clean off some blood. Then right after a doctor came to check up on him, his blind date really came.
“Do Eunho?” He has a surprised expression on his face, wide eyed, but calm enough to have query in his eyes. A tell tale of uncertainty, lest he was mistaken.
The doctor attending Eunho turned in the same shock painted over his face. “Hamin-ssi? Why are you here?”
Hamin passed a couple glance back and forth to Eunho and to his colleague, “Ah, hyung, remember I told you I need to clock out on time? This was why.” He explained vaguely, sheepish in the way he rubbed the back of his neck, a tiny smile on his lips.
“THIS IS YOUR DATE?” The doctor exclaimed aloud, slackened jaw throwing his gaze to a Eunho. Eunho returned him a polite smile.
“Oh wow…” he muttered to himself, having a piece that he kept to himself.
Hamin cleared his throat, sending Eunho an apologetic gaze, which Eunho returned with a reassuring smile back. “Later on that. How is he?”
“Ah, Do Eunho, 32 year old, male. MVA, got thrown over to the side walk when he was avoiding a dog running after a pick pocket, then his bike got ran over by a lorry. The dog managed to capture the guy, Eunho passed out on the side walk long and woken up in the ambulance on the way here.”
They spoke medical terms Eunho could barely able to decipher. He can just hope that he’s alright, because he felt pretty alright. Though his supposed date didn’t show any indicator of a good news towards Eunho being okay from his serious expression. Deep set eyes, thick full eyebrows, pursed lips, the slightest scrunch around his nose. An image of a black huffy kitten came to mind. Maybe it was because of the soft sprouty looking hair atop of his head.
In the mean time the other doctor told Hamin about Eunho’s condition, aside from the apparent concern on Hamin’s expression, it’s hard to not to take off his eyes off the black haired man with V-bangs. He looks cute in his handsomeness. Gorgeous, serious dark eyes. A built that makes Eunho’s throat dry. Tall, around Eunho’s height but maybe a little bit taller. His skin was a good amount of tan, and Eunho wondered if he had time to maintain his figure aside from such a hectic lifestyle. Eunho had his mind churning the same description over and over, fawning over this handsome doctor. Maybe it was his concussion. He felt fine though, again, aside from his mild warning to the EMT back in the ambulance about his projectile vomit incoming and chest feeling tight.
After some more discussion and more tests, “Alright, I think we can let you off, Eunho-ssi. If you have any headache, dizziness, sudden fever within this week, please come to the hospital immediately.” The doctor told him with a smile.
Hamin watched his friend walk away, then turned to Eunho on the bed, “You totalled your bike right? I’ll send you home.” He offered in a manner that really didn’t allow any kind of objection from Eunho’s part. Not that Eunho would able to disobey him. Just one stern, insistent look from him was enough to have Eunho nodding in agreement, watching visibly how with Eunho’s confirmation his shoulders relaxed.
Eunho fiddled with the hem of his blanket, unsure to ask, “You don’t wanna eat first?” Hesitant. He’s pretty unsure if it was something appropriate to ask, but after all of these… his stomach gurgling on low in that moment, he’s hungry borderline to starving when the stomach sound about to get its volume pumped up.
Hamin seemed taken aback for a second, then laughed, and it’s such a pretty sound. The edges of his eyes crinkled, his nose scrunched up, his lips curled prettily. Oh, Eunho was entranced. He giggled too, out of embarrassment, and slight relief.
“Is this how you want to go? You don’t look too good.” Even the sound of Hamin’s pity made Eunho got somewhat embarrassed to be in this spot, hoping they had met when Eunho in a least pathetic position.
Eunho tried to act cool about it though. There was residual throbbing in his head still, though it wasn’t too disconcerting. “I mean, we can have takeouts. If you don’t mind staying at my place for a bit.” Eunho offered, not thinking much about it.
That had Hamin pause. He hummed for a moment, raising an eyebrow, “You’re not worried? This is the first time we met, you know.”
Immediately, Eunho caught what he meant. His brain was still functioning to process that. He chuckled, putting on his best facade, “As much as I am wary, it’s not really ethical for a doctor to murder a civilian, won’t it?”
Hamin laughs again. There was bashfulness in the way he ducked his head and covered half of his face, turning a bit away from Eunho as he let out the wonderful sound.
“Alright then. You can tell me if you’re not feeling alright, I don’t want to force you doing this with me when you’re still not doing well,” Hamin relents, with slight reluctance.
Eunho nods, “Okay doctor, I’ll be fine. At least I can listen to your music taste during the drive.”
Hamin perks up, throwing a look to the passenger’s side, “Oh, I just listen to the radio though, I don’t mind mainstream songs.”
“That so? Sounds like you don’t even have time to connect with your car. Is it new? It looks new.”
“I got it a couple months ago.”
“It still smells brand new,” Eunho notes, his fingers slides on the dashboard surface.
“Maybe I just took really good care of it,” Hamin says, light hearted.
Eunho’s mouth falls into a small ‘o’ shape, examinig the details within the car, all around where he can reach, “You sent her for a detailing?” He asks, leaning back to his seat.
“Planning to, but I don’t have the time yet,” Hamin replies, a tone lower, somewhat shameful.
“That’s alright. Your off days aren’t that much after all, better use it for resting,” Eunho reassures, giving Hamin a soft smile.
Hamin can’t help but return it. In that moment, both of them hope for the night to give them grace.
*
They went to Eunho’s place. On their way, they listen to the songs on the radio. Hums the same tune.
“Is there any dizziness?”
“Ah, a little bit,” Eunho seems to be reminded of his ailment, when Hamin inquires him about it, the throb immediately makes itself known.
A look of concern from Hamin, “I think we should go the pharmacy first, I’m not sure if you have what we’ll need to dress up your wound. Extra painkillers, wouldn’t hurt.”
Eunho grins, “not that kind.”
Hamin throws him a confused glance. He looks pretty with red light illuminating the side of his face. His whitish silvery hair turns strawberry colored, matches the slight sweetness of Eunho’s perfume.
“One would be a bit dizzy when a dazzling face shoots them right in the heart, won’t it?” Eunho teases, a toothy grin, his shoulders already shake.
Hamin pauses, long enough that the light turns green and the car at the back honks at them.
Eunho laughs seeing Hamin considerably flustered.
“We still need to go to a pharmacy though,” Hamin squints at the traffic light as he presses on the gas.
“Okay, doctor, you’re right.”
Hamin sighs.
Eunho fixes his bangs. His lips jutted forward as his eyes looks upwards, fiddling with curl. “I don’t think it’s that bad. What doctor are you anyway? There are a lot of kinds, right? Especially when you’re at the main general hospital. A smack dab of a building in the middle of metropolitan cityscape. It’s busy as hell, it’s hard to even find a parking too. At least healthcare is free.” Eunho settles back into his seat, peering to Hamin’s side.
“I’m a surgeon.” Hamin answers, short.
Eunho makes an understanding noise, tilting his head in wonderment. His wide eyed gaze, fully on Hamin. “Do those have like specialised areas? Like how my sister goes to a Gynaecologist.”
Hamin chuckles to himself. “So far I’m a general surgeon. I’m aiming to specialise in orthopaedics, but my supervisor told me I’m good with kids. I haven’t decided yet.”
Eunho hums in understanding. “You want to fix bones or give children a hopeful future…,” Eunho trails off, “either way you’re still saving lives.”
“It’s a difficult job, but it’s alright.” Hamin shrugs.
“You don’t like it?” Eunho asks.
Hamin throws him a smile. “I do. It’s just gets tiring at times.”
“Ah,” that’s all that Eunho says. In the reflection, Hamin has a feeling that Eunho wants to say something but held back. Hamin lets it off.
“I can cook.” Eunho states after a while.
“I don’t recommend that. I’d rather you have some rest. With your head bleeding like that, even though Doctor Lee lets you off, a light concussion can have a considerable effect too.” Hamin retorts, giving a disapproval expression for extra effect.
Eunho waves his hand in the air, not trying to dismiss, but to convince. “Ah, it’s fine really. It’s just a simple meal. We can order takeouts for more food. I just feel bad that I’m not a good host when I have a handsome guest over and not offering all I have to be a suitable potential partner. It’s still a date, though not quite blind anymore.”
Hamin laughs lightly.
“Besides, if anything happens, I still have you to watch over me, yeah?” A cheeky, toothy grin. A raised eyebrow. Downturned eyes. Glinting streetlights.
Hamin sighs. Defeated, in part. “I guess you’re right.”
“This isn’t as bad as when I broke my leg a couple years ago.” Eunho speaks suddenly.
Hamin blinks. He throws a side eye gaze towards the rearview mirror. “You broke your leg?”
“Yeah,” a shrug, “I think it sucks cuz I couldn’t cook my cravings during the 6 months of healing time. Do you know how much I was craving my OWN cooking? but I couldn’t even keep myself upright for a long time without feeling tired!”
“I think we need to backtrack a little bit,” Hamin blinks rapidly, his hand motioning backwards, and incredulous yet concerned laced chuckle leaves his mouth with a huff, “because what did you mean you broke your leg. How?”
“It’s not that serious. I played soccer right after I could walk! Though my PT got mad at me cuz I went to the field too early. So I went swimming. And I got even worse scolding.” Eunho pouts a little, reminiscing. His eyes turns upwards as he recalls. He slumps back, crossing his arms on his chest.
“Wh—What— Uh, when is it?” Hamin rubs his eyes a little, still having trouble keeping up.
“Like when I can walk on my two feet? About 8 months after that—“ Eunho counts with his fingers.
Hamin can’t help but cut him off, “What do you mean 8 months after a broken leg you went running, kicking and swimming?”
“I was fine though,” Eunho shrugs, “Painkillers are god sent.”
The more Eunho reveals about his broken leg chronicles, the more Hamin’s jaw inches closer to the floor in the most figurative way. Hamin is so bewildered he is quite literally speechless.
They’re at the pharmacy, Hamin insists Eunho stay in the car. Like an obedient puppy, he does. The run, the questions with a helpful, pleasantly friendly pharmacist was really, nice, Hamin is glad they aren’t too late before pharmacy closed. When Hamin gets back, Eunho’s head is pressed on the glass, eyes shut, his breathing a constant stream of deep rhythms.
How long is someone allowed to stare at someone else until he is labelled to be a creep? Because in this dimlight, Eunho’s light hair absorbed the flickering neonlights from outside, dreamy, wonderful, beautiful.
Hamin is careful when he adjusts Eunho’s head so it wouldn’t bump against the glass as Hamin drives them to Eunho’s place. Eunho had put on Maps to navigate Hamin’s drive. Hamin turns off the radio, letting Eunho’s soft breathing filled the air, alongside outside noises. Hamin isn’t too bothered, he had driven in quiet just for his own peace of mind countless of times before. Though, in Eunho’s presence, between his talking and his gentle snores, Hamin finds it both endearing somehow.
In a way, he sort of misses Eunho’s lilting voice. Hamin wonders— with such fluctuations of sounds he made, he sounded like an excited child talking about something fun that happened at school. Cute.
**
They arrived at the bodyguard when Eunho woken up when Hamin’s car idled behind an SUV. Eunho mentioned his apartment, Hamin gave his license, as Eunho requested a guest pass for Hamin’s car park. They said their thanks and Hamin drove in after they got the green light to enter.
It was around 9PM as they got to Eunho’s place. He punched in the passcode after swiping his card, then unlocked the door with a key. Hamin kept to himself when he thought about how Eunho would enter his house with so much steps just to unlock the door.
“Are you alright?” Hamin asked, just to check in with the other— when Eunho rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand.
Eunho threw a glance backwards, “Uh, yeah,” Eunho waves lightly, “Now, come on in. It’s not much, but please make yourself comfortable.”
Eunho lets Hamin in first, then he locked the door behind them. Hamin followed him to the kitchen, placing Eunho’s meds on the kitchen island.
Upon entering, the corridor smells clean with a hint of freshness and woodsy scent. Homey yet invigorating at the same time.
A neat place. It was comfortably spacious for a single person, not a lot of furniture. Monochromatic in color. Presumably fake plants here and there. Hamin noticed a vinyl player and a deliberate sound system by the living space, where there was TV. The walls are padded with sound dampener or somekind of sound absorber, Hamin isn’t quite sure. Between the kitchen and the living area; was a black colored wooden sliding door that even has a padding on the side that faced the living area.
“Mhm… I’m really satisfied with my living room. Worked with an awesome interior designer, Kim HyungJae. Understood exactly what I want and saw through everything while I was gone. Good work ethic and trustworthy. I really loved how it came out so much, I almost moved to tears,” Eunho explained, started to bring out a medium sized pot and a large stainless steel pan. “But of course I didn’t cry, cuz I’m a big boy,” he quipped in, making Hamin laugh. Eunho had brought out a couple of glass wine too, placing them on the island.
Hamin places a hand on the back of Eunho’s where he was holding the glasses between his fingers, “I don’t recommend drinking after your accident, Eunho-ssi.” Closer in proximity, in this low light, they both can see the extent of each of the other’s eye colors.
Eunho looks away first, a curl of his lips. An audible gulp. Smacking his lips together. He slides the glasses towards the centre on the island, breaking contact from Hamin’s touch. “Come on, Eunho is fine, or hyung? How old are you, Doctor Hamin?” His voice shook ever so slightly. His ears a tinge of pink, and Hamin’s weren’t any better.
“Hamin is fine,” Hamin rounded the island, took a seat facing the stove, “I’m 30,” then clarified his age.
“Oh? I am a hyung then,” Eunho grinned, eyes squinted adorably.
“You are.” Hamin can’t help the purse of his own lips.
“But you’re the doctor. I won’t drink, even though I feel like drinking…,” Eunho clearly did not sound too happy about it. “It’s a really long day. The police reports, the waiting, the hospital… I’m sorry today is such a mess.” Eunho exhaled a long sigh.
“As long as you’re alright, hyung.”
Eunho paused just to stare at Hamin. He smiled to himself, satisfied, “I like it. I like how it sounds when you call me hyung.”
Hamin smiled back. Hyung’s smile was pretty. It was literally toothy, he has cute fangs when he smiled that wide.
“So, what drink do you want? I do have wine. Beer, uh, strawberry milk, yogurt, plain water, cola, sprite—,”
Hamin chuckled, “strawberry milk and yogurt?”
“What? I just bought groceries, so there’s a lot here.”
“Strawberry milk then,” Hamin decided, “It doesn’t feel right to drink by myself.”
“Ok then I’ll have the same too.” Eunho winked.
Eunho poured the strawberry milk in their respective glass wine. It seemed silly, but it was adorable. It felt like they were playing as adults during tea time play date.
Oh, this was supposed to be a date.
“I’ll order takeouts.” Hamin offered.
“I still want to cook for you, is that alright?” Eunho was asking but it wasn’t the kind that wanted to hear Hamin’s answer. Just an insistent statement.
Hamin noticed it was no good to advice against it, “It’s best for you to take the painkiller first.”
Eunho clapped his hands, waving his point fingers, “Ah, you’re right.” Nodding.
Hamin pulled the plastic bag, picked out a few painkillers, then hand it to Eunho. Eunho took it without any protest, swallowing it with the strawberry milk.
“It should work after 30 minutes. Do you still want to cook?” Hamin warned lightly, still concerned.
“Yeah, I think I want to shower first. You can order takeouts in the mean time, I don’t mind whatever.” Eunho finished his drink. He opened a cabinet to bring out a box of microwaveable popcorn, there were also other snacks in there, “I’m not sure what you like, but a salted popcorn felt like a good option. Uhm, you can microwave this if you want. There are others in there, you can take a peek! More drinks in the fridge, and water is right here!” He gestured to the water dispenser beside the fridge. The he went to turn on the TV at the living room, “I have Netflix only though. You can check it out any shows you want. I won’t be long. Just make yourself at home.”
Hamin gave him a reassuring smile, “I can figure it out. You sort yourself out, hyung. I’ll wait here.”
Hamin ended up sitting on the sofa, replying to texts and watching short videos on his phone. Eunho came back not even 10 minutes later. He smelled really good. His hair was still wet, he’s in a figure hugging black shirt, and gray sweatpants. Hamin tried not to stare.
It was almost fatal to Hamin’s heart when Eunho puts on his navy colored apron with the ropes in soft brown leather. Eunho tied it around his back, enhancing his body curvature even more.
“I’ll make you my famous Bacon pasta! Please look forward to it.”
“Can I help? I insist. I don’t feel good just sitting down.”
Eunho grinned, “Hamin-ah, you’re very considerate aren’t you? You can help me chop up some garlic. I’ll prepare the tomatoes.”
He has big pans and pots, Hamin realised when he was standing next to him watching him throw in the ingredients, skilfully manoeuvring the large pan, throwing in some pasta water into it then do the things cooking people do. He could even do the push and pan flicking thing that chefs do when they mixing the fried rice. Hamin observed him in awe.
“You’re really good,” Hamin complimented.
Eunho chuckled, a twinkling sound, “Thank you. I enjoy cooking, it lifts off some weight from my shoulders. Plus, it’s how love communicates, isn’t it?”
Eunho said it so casually, that it threw Hamin off just a tiny bit. “I guess so.”
In the most light hearted manner, almost dismissive, “Warm meal, full belly, a good rest! All that makes a good living.”
“That’s a simple view of life.”
“Sometimes that’s all there is to life, to exist, isn’t it? We all deserve things like that. Basic needs are a necessity, one without the other makes life harder to live.”
Hamin stared at Eunho. His side profile was gorgeous, his posture was immaculate, everything about him charmed Hamin to the core. In these short duration of knowing him, of peeking just the tiniest bit into the person with duo colored hair, bright scarlet eyes, cheeky, adorable smile, the duality in one man, Hamin wondered if there were more sides to him than what he allowed Hamin to see.
Right then Hamin decided he wanted more of Eunho. To know more. To be with with him, and to want to be with him. Hamin wanted to want him, day by day.
They settled to sit by Eunho’s six seat dining table. Sitting close to each other, side by side. The takeout arrived the moment Eunho was plating their food. Hamin went on to pick up the food, coming in with Eunho lighting up a candle, placing a minimalist, sleek, black vase in the middle of their plating. A set of spoons and fork, a plate cover, like fine dining. So much effort in a short amount of time.
“It’s not much, though, I hope to emulate what we would get at restaurants,” Eunho scratched the edge of his mouth, a hand on his waist, “I’m sorry we had to cancel our reservation.”
“No, it’s alright. This is good.” This is more than Hamin expected. It should say something when Hamin didn’t expect anything at all, not in a bad way; only in a way that Hamin had wanted Eunho to rest more. His injuries might not seem bad, but Hamin was concerned nevertheless. So much so, there was an odd wash of relief to notice his empathy hasn’t dwindled away from stress and burn out.
“Let me plate those. You can sit first.”
Hamin did what he asked, letting Eunho do whatever he wanted. Hamin watched Eunho moved around within the kitchen area, noticing within this distance that it was spacious, organized. He had a good system for it too. A cabinet full of spices. Another full of glasses, a couple tea sets. Eunho came back sitting on his chair.
He smiled, this time polite, “Should we restart? Replay, rewind? Ask those introductory questions, you can tell me again about your job, I tell mine.”
Hamin smiled back. “Sure.”
“Hm,” Eunho started, “Hello, my name is Do Eunho. It’s a wonderful pleasure to meet you.”
“Yu Hamin.”
They shook their hands. Sitting down again. Placing the napkins on their lap.
Despite already knowing Hamin worked as a doctor, he asked again. Back and forth they went.
Do Eunho, an engineer. Worked offshore on an oil rig. Currently on his off days, or weeks. Giving into going for a blind date because his sister wanted him to bring a plus one for her wedding. Turned out they had a mutual friend, Noah hyung, who had taken pre-med but dropped out then pursued engineering. Nam Yejun, pursued engineering but dropped out to pursue medicine. Them laughing about it together. Meeting each other like this.
Must be fate, Hamin thought.
“Must be fate.” Eunho spoke Hamin’s thought out loud.
“So, do you want this to be a one time deal, ending this after my sister’s wedding, or do we see ourselves seeing each other still?”
“I’ve decided I want to commit this time,” maybe because it’s you, “I think I want to try to do this seriously.” Even though this is only our first time.
Eunho laughed, “alright. I’ll tell you now that my sister’s wedding is four months away. A week after I get back from work. I’ll send you the invitation. Seeing we’re deciding to do this seriously, I’ll want to contact you lots. It’s alright if you can’t commit to my way of contacting, it’s just how I like to do it. I won’t be able to contact you like usual because we don’t really have network in the middle of the ocean. So, if you don’t mind, I’ll have you as part of my weekly letters I send to my parents.”
“Letters?”
“Yeah! Handwritten letters. We can’t really print stuff whenever we like, so, handwritten it is.”
Hamin had to cover half of his face to hide his jaw dropping, there was an accumulation of warmth in his chest just anticipating the imagery of a handwritten letter in his hands. The romanticism of it all. Just the idea of it, the image in his mind sent Hamin’s heart aflutter.
Have the Gods answered Hamin’s prayers?
Eunho did look like an angel with his light hair haloed by the ringed style chandelier atop of the dining table. Evangelical. Ethereal. Out of this world.
“Hamin?”
Hamin blinked, cleared his throat. “Oh… alright. Uhm, do you want me to write back? I’ll have to make some time…”
“You don’t have to if you can’t! I understand the nature of your job. Please don’t be pressured. You can do whatever you like. While I’m on break, I’ll contact you throughout the day as well. We can meet up whenever you’re free. As long as you check in once in a while it’s good enough for me. Just to make sure you’re alive and still interested in me.” Eunho grinned, shrugged, dismissive, yet his last sentence carried weight.
Hamin nodded. He’ll never know until it’s time whether this will be worth it or not, but he hopes it to be. “I want to do my best with you.”
Eunho did more than Hamin expected though. He came by to give Hamin lunch, sometimes they ate together at Hamin’s favorite lunch spot. He shared about his day, and Hamin gradually shared his. Eunho would even make extra for Hamin’s dinner when he heard about Hamin having shifts at night during the week. They’ll meet up when Hamin had a day off, Eunho cooked for Hamin and they watched shows together until Hamin passed out.