For six hours (and counting) since dinner, Kibum had been extra productive. He had washed the dishes, cleaned up after Taemin, cried at some drama with Jonghyun, massaged Jinki’s shoulders and back, cooked their dinner for probably the next two days, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, ironed all clothes available for ironing (until Jonghyun stopped him), played games and broke the controller when he inevitably lost, watched videos of himself in Youtube, and texted almost everyone in his contact list to see how everyone was doing.

Jonghyun looked at him curiously before telling him to settle down. But Kibum ignored him, rummaging through their cabinets looking for that unfinished knitting project Jinki had started a while ago before his attention span ran dry.

“What’s wrong with you?” Jonghyun asked before retiring to his room. Kibum only rolled his eyes at the closed door and gave a cry of victory when he found the horrible puke green scarf Jinki was trying to make. Left alone outside, Kibum stared at the half-finished scarf and then at their closed front door.

Minho was late.