Saeyoung hadn’t received the call. That wasn’t any huge surprise, considering he hadn’t answered any. His phone was likely long dead by then, but he didn’t particularly care.
Empty bags of chips and cans of Doctor Pepper littered the floor, more so than usual. His ‘maid’ hadn’t visited in a while. Or, perhaps he had and Saeyoung was too focused to notice.
The knock on his front door, however, brought him out of his trance. His eyes had widened momentarily at that moment.
Standing on wobbly legs, the redhead adjusted his crooked glasses. Perhaps they’d make the drooping eye bags a little less noticable.
Unlocking the door, he opened it to meet the blonde standing outside.
“Oh, good morning, Yoosung~! Or is it even morning—er, Good evening?” A smile was spread wide across his face, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He acted as if nothing was wrong or out of the ordinary. Nothing was wrong, right?
at the sight of seven before him, a flood of relief washed over him. so he was okay! or, he sorta seemed like it? something about the red-head’s appearance really made him seem.. odd and off putting though? yoosung felt his brows furrow against the pale of his skin, the concern that had ebbed away slightly at his appearance, returning twofold. despite the hacker’s friendly greetings towards him, yoosung couldn’t help himself from blurting out in confusion and impatience;
“where have you been, seven?!”
the worry that had built up over the course of his time missing spilling over in a matter of seconds. “you haven’t been on in so long! we were getting so worried about you!”
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