“i woke up, & you were gone.”
「 tsuzuki ryou !! 」
Daehwan couldn’t really say much to that. The bottles were concealed in his backpack, wrapped in clothing and stuffed with cotton to hush their rattles. He protectively held tight onto the strap, trying to seem nonchalant.
He shrugged but was unable to speak. His mouth hung open for a few moments, though he struggled to put his thoughts into words. Daehwan had no choice but to silently remove his shoes and look at Ryou without much explanation to give. He yawned, somehow purposefully, and set his backpack down (with a silent prayer that the other wouldn’t get incredibly curious) before heading to the plate covered with plastic wrap.
“ I got a call from a friend and he needed some help with something. ” All of this is true. Stay vague, Daehwan. Grab a fork and sit down, this is routine. “ It’s been a crazy day, I’ll explain it later when I’m not living on a singular REM cycle. ”
He took the plastic wrap off of the cold pasta and took a seat next to the other, sighing tiredly. He was nervous, of all people — he didn’t want Ryou to be the one to catch him in the act of transporting his pills from his provider to his apartment. He’d been staying at Ryou’s apartment out of — well, the hospitality of a friend. A friend he couldn’t lose, a relationship he couldn’t taint.
Daehwan looked over to the other without expression after taking his first bite, “ I hate how you make everything taste good. ” He tried to use humor as another layer, hoping that Ryou would assume he was using it to cover how tired he was.
Not how nervous he was.