“Just pick up the ing phone or else I’ll pay you a visit!”, Jisoo's voice came out from the answering machine.
“I know you didn't go to your hometown and decided not to move your from the flat.”

Dead silence.

A sleeping cat.

The fresh scent and Taemin. Taemin lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Dreaming, thinking, yearning.

“I'm just very worried... I don't want to come uninvited. But I'm afraid I have to,” she hang up.

The room was cold, because of the air-conditioning, and very dark, even though it was a midday.
 

Doorbell.

Taemin was indifferent.

Whoever it was could wait. Especially Jisoo. He didn't hurry to open the door. He sat on the bed, then wore the slippers and helped himself by reaching the furniture and walls to get to the dining room and then to the door. He unlocked and opened it.

It was Jisoo. She was holding a bag from grocery shopping.

Taemin's expression didn't surprise her.

She expected him to look like a wreck.