chococo.
@seungcheolrk
it’s chilly outside, the weather making woohyun’s limbs tremble and shake and that horrid feeling of a runny nose happen. it’s an upsetting idea, and he just wants to be warm after coming home from practice. after he showers, changes into something comfortable-- he waddles out into the kitchen on socked feet, eyes flickering around for any of his lounging dorm mates. tired eyes take in his surroundings as he moves to the fridge. he wants to make hot chocolate, just simple easy mix, but when he opens he fridge to peer inside, he pouts at the lack of milk staring back at him. he could have sworn there was a good portion left in the morning, tapping his finger on the door as he cocks his head to the side. hearing footsteps, his head turns to stare at the male that enters. perking up, he offers them a small smile.
“seungcheol-ah.” he greets quietly, glancing back into the open fridge as he moves to closet it, pausing. “ah, you-- you wouldn’t happen to know where all the milk has gone, would you? there was some in here this morning...” his brows furrow in thought. he’s still not used to the idea of living with twelve other boys-- he knows what likely happened to it, but he still doesn’t want to just assume right off the bat. “i was going to make some cocoa, but there isn’t any left.”
