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Silent as how he would treat the morning, Myeon gathers himself upon the couch with a cup of coffee and a small plate of cookies to satisfy his hunger. It seems childish but that’s how he usually spend his morning, if not in the cafe that he had grown used to see every single day. Today was nothing more than an average, despite the fact that he hasn’t exactly seen a lot of people lately and maybe they already forgot that he exists, he managed to be surprised at the sight of his phone lighting up, indicating that he received a message and there he is, swiping a thumb along the screen to see. A smile is brought upon his lips after, taking his time to push himself up to the couch as he walks his way down to the door, twisting the knob open as he greets the sudden guest with a chuckle slipping past his own lips.
”Hello, Han. Did you missed hyung?”
Morning hasn't been kind with him --like the bullies attacking him the night before when it was his turn to close the library, night being helper of the thugs who decided it was nice to hurt a poor guy with only a beanie as an actual valuable possession, the phone safely hidden inside a well hidden pocket of his parka. But they left traces --the stains of violet and yellow indeed contrasting with the delicate traits of his face and the ethereal pallor always characterized him remaining even if he tried to let the night pass with the sheer hope that sleep would solve anything.
A sniffle --head drawing a nod, yet unable to look the other in the face.
❝ Can I come in. . .? Am I disturbing. . .?
