It’s Not Me - Y& J
Junhyung made his way over to Yoseob’s apartment like it was second nature. It basically was and definitely on a weekend. It was a Saturday afternoon, not too early to disturb any sleep the blonde might have been able to get (even though he hardly slept), but early enough that they might be able to do something before the day was over and Sunday was looming its head with the promise of class the next day. Honestly he would have spent the whole weekend with him, but he had already made plans to spend Friday night with a certain female. It wasn’t anything, but platonic and while they held a past that wasn’t the prettiest, they still tried to be civil enough with each other to not let old moments come up. The male dug the keys he had been given out of his pocket and effortlessly opened the door, sticking his head it.
Well that was odd. The usually cheery and awake male wasn’t in the living room and not even the scent of coffee wafted in the room. Now the elf was beginning to worry even more. Not only was there no sign of him being his usual self in his home, but he hadn’t answered his text from last night or earlier about him coming over. Shrugging, he tried to brush it off, because really he could have been doing many things that would have distracted him. Spending time with Haven, boxing, even doing his professor duties could have been enough to take his mind off of a simple task, yet even when he tried to tell himself that, he still felt uneasy. With a sigh, the male took off his shoes and relocked the front door. His coat was hung on the coat rack and he pushed up the arms of the loose sweater he wore. The weather was slowly turning colder and colder with each passing day and while some people were still wearing clothes like it was the middle of summer, Junhyung had definitely opted out on that idea all together and had moved to his winter clothes.
Just as he was about to plop down on the couch and lounge in hope that Yoseob would show up at some point, he heard movement from the bedroom. Maybe it was Yanggaeng? His feet padded into the room and leaning against the doorframe he stared at the lump of fabric that obviously cocooned the older male in a bundle. “Yoseob?” His eyebrows furrowed in worry, because the male rarely acted like this and the one time he had, he vaguely remembered him being very sick. Pushing away from the wall, the back of his palm was pressing against his forehead, his temperature relatively normal. “Are you feeling okay babe? Need me to get you some coffee? I bet you have been too lazy to get out of bed for it, so instead you’ve been holed up in here all day.” A lazy smile appeared on his lips, because he really could see the shigofumi thinking it was too much effort to get up to make the drink that would wake him completely.
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