Seungho's morning had started like any other until he walked into the kitchen and saw his friend shoving burnt toast into his mouth.
He frowned, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Good morning," he greeted, but the other only responded with a faint hum.
Jihoon's eyes were distant as he chewed, the motion almost robotic. His hair was in disarray, dark circles ringed beneath his eyes.
He looked less human and more like a zombie dragged out of bed.
He sighed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Do I have to force you to tell me what's wrong?"
His friend blinked, coming back to his senses. "Huh?"
"You're eating burnt toast, Jihoon," Seungho deadpanned.
"Oh..." his friend mumbled, pushing the plate away. "I didn't... notice."
"Of course, you didn't notice!" The omega threw his hands up in exasperation. "Did something happen? You've been acting strange ever since we got back from the mall," he asked, voice softer.
