“Have you eaten? No one’s heard from you in a couple days.” Not since that happy gathering of friends and buddies and pals. A chance to hang out and drink and goof around and have clean fun without caring about consequences or potentially hurt feelings.

“I had some coffee.”

Jongdae's raised brows ask When?, but his voice states, “That’s not food.” Baekhyun isn’t about to argue technicalities. He sits at his kitchen island and lets Jongdae paw through his refrigerator. Some things are tossed; he catches the scent of some leftovers that have gone bad and doesn’t miss them. The eggs are still good, and some vegetables are firm with only a couple little dark, soft spots.

A pan clatters onto the stove. It ticks and ignites, quickly melting the butter Jongdae drops into the pan.

Baekhyun yawns. What time is it? Eight o’clock. In the evening? He shouldn’t be tired; he’s slept for nearly two days. It’s been a while since he exercised; that could be it. The life of a slug isn’t very stimulating.